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Based solely on the provided passages, a full comparison of the natural world and chance/fate in both poems is not possible, as the passage for "By Divers Path" [5] is incomplete. The passage for "By Divers Path" introduces the speaker and a stranger who are "led by some strange chance or fate" to meet in various natural and architectural settings [5]. This element of "chance or fate" is the direct mechanism for their encounters, contributing to a quiet, mysterious atmosphere of "silent recognition" [5].
In contrast, "Christus!" uses the natural world—a "furious storm," "drifting snow," and a "wide, white silence"—as a backdrop for a supernatural mystery [3]. The wind and snow are initially blamed for the cry of "Christus!" [2], but the true source is a dead sailor and his bird [4]. Here, "fate" is not a guiding force but a tragic event (the sailor's death) that creates a haunting, sorrowful atmosphere centered on a desperate cry to Christ [4]. The natural world in "Christus!" is both a source of confusion and a setting for a spiritual mystery, whereas in "By Divers Path" it serves as a stage for seemingly fated, silent meetings. The core message of "Christus!" involves a plea to…
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ind overhead, Your cry of 'Christus!'" She watched their going with earnest eyes: Hark! what voice to the taunt replies? The trees were still as if struck with death; The wind was soft as a baby's breath; The sobbing sea was asleep at last, Scourged no more by the furious blast; Yet, surely as ever from human tongue A cry of grief or despair was wrung, Some voice sighed, "Christus!" Burned on her cheek a sudden flame As her heart's strong throbbings went and came, And she stood alone on the lonely shore, Gazing the wide black waters o'er. "Whether it comes from heaven or hell, This voice I…
w; Yet again through the hush, as faint and far As if it came from another star, A voice sighed "Christus!" "Christus! Christus!" Who can it be, O Christ our Lord, that is calling Thee In a foreign tongue, with a woe as wild As that of some lost, forsaken child? She turned from the window with a startled gaze: She clasped her hands in a pale amaze, Hearkening still, till again she heard, As in a waking dream, the word— That strange word, "Christus!" Then over the hill with weary feet She toiled through the drifts to the village-street. The villagers gathered in eager haste, And all day long…
← This Day Poems by Julia Caroline Dorr "Christus!" The Kiss → 4571061 Poems — "Christus!" Julia Caroline Dorr "CHRISTUS!" Over the desolate sea-side town With a terrible tumult the night came down, And the fierce wind swept through the empty street, With the drifting snow for a winding-sheet. Elsie, the fisherman's daughter, in bed Lay and listened in awe and dread, But sprang to her feet in sudden fear When over the tempest, loud and clear, A voice cried, "Christus!" "Christus! Christus!" and nothing more. Was it a cry at the cottage-door? She left her chamber with flying feet; She…
f brown Over his red scarf flowing down, And jewelled ears that were strange to see. She was bending over it, whenah me! The shrill cry, "Christus!" Rang out as if from the stony lips Whence life had parted in drear eclipse, As if the soul of the dead man cried Again unto Christ the Crucified. The rose had fled from her cheeks so red, But still she knelt by his side and said, Under her breath, "I must understand Whether from heaven or sea or land Comes that cry, 'Christus!'" She laid her hand on the pulseless breast! What fluttered beneath the crimson vest? A bird with plumage of green and…
← The King's Touch Poems by Julia Caroline Dorr "By Divers Path" The Blind Bird's Nest → 4570927 Poems — "By Divers Path" Julia Caroline Dorr "BY DIVERS PATHS" Unknown to me thy name or state, Save that a mantle saintly Of rare and sweet unworldliness Enfolded thee most quaintly. We came and went by divers paths; We planned nor time, nor meeting; We spake not, save by nod, or smile, Or glance of casual greeting. Yet, led by some strange chance or fate To-day by ruined altars, Where, strained through clustering ivy leaves The pitying sunshine falters; To-morrow where your blue lakes shine,…
More questions about this book
- How does Julia Caroline Dorr establish and develop the "subtile kinship" between the speaker and the "friend unknown" in "By Divers Path" through non-verbal interactions and varied settings, rather than explicit dialogue or shared history?
- Analyze the role of geographical and architectural diversity (e.g., ruined altars, Helvellyn, Durham Cathedral) in "By Divers Path." How do these specific backdrops collectively shape the nature of the encounters and the evolving relationship described in the poem?
- In "Christus!", the titular cry is central but unexplained. How might a reader interpret the source and meaning of this cry, considering Elsie's reaction and the descriptive language of the storm, and what effect does this ambiguity have on the poem's thematic impact?
- Imagine you are explaining these two poems to someone unfamiliar with them. What core human experiences or insights do you believe Dorr is trying to convey in each, and how effectively does she use imagery and narrative structure to achieve this?