Literary notes about Entwine (AI summary)
The word "entwine" has long been employed in literature to evoke a sense of interconnection and unity, both emotionally and physically. In poetic works, it often symbolizes an unbreakable bond; for example, Edgar Allan Poe’s imagery in [1] conjoins valor and spirit, while Saint Augustine in [2] portrays an intimacy so profound that its absence brings deep melancholy. This duality is further apparent in Byron’s celebration of blissful, intertwined states in [3] and Burns’s tender expression of lasting love in [4]. Beyond the emotional, the term also appears in literal descriptions of nature, as seen in Howard’s depiction of climbing plants in [5] and Tavera’s botanical illustration in [6]. Victor Hugo similarly utilizes the term in [7] to capture the mystical union of soul and heart, underscoring the word's versatile resonance across genres and themes.
- I’ll entwine, Like Harmodius, the gallant and good, When he made at the tutelar shrine
— from The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven Edition by Edgar Allan Poe - And so strongly doth it entwine itself, that if it be suddenly withdrawn, it is with longing sought for, and if absent long, saddeneth the mind.
— from The Confessions of St. Augustine by Bishop of Hippo Saint Augustine - in such a wilderness as this, Where transport and security entwine, Here is the empire of thy perfect bliss, And here thou art a god indeed divine.'
— from Don Juan by Baron George Gordon Byron Byron - Tho' cruel fate should bid us part, Far as the pole and line, Her dear idea round my heart, Should tenderly entwine.
— from Poems and Songs of Robert Burns by Robert Burns - We stock the farm with creeping and climbing plants, without any trees of firmer growth for them to entwine round.
— from Garden Cities of To-Morrow by Sir Ebenezer Howard - —A vine whose runners entwine themselves among the tops of the highest trees, giving off many adventitious roots which seek the earth.
— from The Medicinal Plants of the Philippines by T. H. Pardo de Tavera - My soul unto thy heart is given, In mystic fold do they entwine, So bound in one that, were they riven, Apart my soul would life resign.
— from Poems by Victor Hugo
