'If i could have put u in my heart,
If but i could have wrapped you in myself
How glad i should have been!
And now the chart
Of memory unrolls again to me
The course of our journey here, here where we part....'
An appropriate title for these lines is.....

''When he was turned over, his eyeballs started upward in amazement and horror, his was locked torn wide: his trousers soaked with blood, were torn open, and exposed to the cold, white air of morning the thick hairs of his groin, mattered together, black and rust red, and the wound that seemed to be throbbing still''.

The passage achieve realism through the use of

'We are all diseas'd,
And with our surfeiting, and wanton hours,
Have brought ourselves into a burning fever
And we must bleed for it'.
The images in the passage mostly draw attention to

'Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This city now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning'.

It is suggested in this lines that

'She unpacked the novels she has brought with her, and turned them over. These were the books she had collected over years from the mass that had come her way. She had read each one a dozen times, knowing it by heart, following the familiar tales as a child listens to his mother telling him a well-known fairy tale'.
This character may best be described as a woman