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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Thursday, July 16, 2015. A New Poetry Blog begins on Saturday 25th July 2015. POETRY - A PERSONAL CHOICE. Http:/ poetry-apersonalchoice.blogspot.com. Friday, January 16, 2015. Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872-1906. I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;. When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,. And the river flows like a stream of glass;. For who has sight ...

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The Poetry Path: July 2014

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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, July 25, 2014. FIVE SHORT POEMS BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI 1830-94. HOPE IS LIKE A HAREBELL. Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,. Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;. Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,. Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight;. Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,. But the rose with all its thorns excels them both. Neither I nor you.

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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, September 26, 2014. Why is it anger, O Myfanwy,. That fills your eyes so dark and clear? Your gentle cheeks, O sweet Myfanwy,. Why blush they not when I draw near? Where is the smile that once most tender. Kindled my love so fond, so true? Where is the sound of your sweet words,. That drew my heart to follow you? What have I done, O my Myfanwy,. To earn your frown? What is my blame? And all the winds ...

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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, December 19, 2014. The rain-shafts splintered on me. As despondently I strode;. The twilight gloomed upon me. And bleared the blank high-road. Each bush gave forth, when blown on. By gusts in shower and shower,. A sigh, as it were sown on. In handfuls by a sower. A cheerful voice called, nigh me,. 8220;A merry Christmas, friend! There rose a figure by me,. Walking with townward trend,. One last candle...

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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, January 16, 2015. Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872-1906. I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;. When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,. And the river flows like a stream of glass;. When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,. And the faint perfume from its chalice steals -. I know what the caged bird feels! I know why he beats his wing!

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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, January 9, 2015. WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS. There is a place where the sidewalk ends. And before the street begins,. And there the grass grows soft and white,. And there the sun burns crimson bright,. And there the moon-bird rests from his flight. To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black. And the dark street winds and bends. To the place where the sidewalk ends.

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John's Poetry Page: June 2015

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The ultimate aim of the poet should be to touch our hearts by showing his own, and not to exhibit his learning, or his fine taste, or his skill in mimicking his predecessors" - Sir Leslie Stephen. Saturday, June 6, 2015. THERE WAS A BOY. There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs. And islands of Winander! Many a time,. At evening, when the earliest stars began. To move along the edges of the hills,. Rising or setting, would he stand alone,. Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake;. Upon a slope ab...

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Thursday, January 30, 2014. Why do you sit, O pale thin man,. At the end of the room. By that harpsichord, built on the quaint old plan? It is cold as a tomb,. And there's not a spark within the grate;. And the jingling wires. But drew away,.

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page: February 2014

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Thursday, February 27, 2014. A WIFE IN LONDON. She sits in the tawny vapour. That the City lanes have uprolled,. Behind whose webby fold on fold. Like a waning taper. The street-lamp glimmers cold. A messenger's knock cracks smartly,. When th...

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For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it - Ivan Panin. Monday, January 31, 2011. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. (William Blake 1757-1827). An endless fount...

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page: January 2014

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Thursday, January 30, 2014. Why do you sit, O pale thin man,. At the end of the room. By that harpsichord, built on the quaint old plan? It is cold as a tomb,. And there's not a spark within the grate;. And the jingling wires. But drew away,.

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A Touch of Culture. But just a little touch! Friday, December 17, 2010. Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. (Plato). Music has always been a popular subject for painters and they have depicted everything from angels playing harps to music lessons on the piano. Many of those paintings are well-known, but I’ve chosen seven which may be unfamiliar to most people. Http:/ thepoetrypath.blogspot&#...

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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Thursday, February 6, 2014. THE DREAM IS - WHICH? I am laughing by the brook with her,. Splashed in its tumbling stir;. And then it is a blankness looms. As if I walked not there,. Nor she, but found me in haggard rooms,. Yes," he said: "My b...

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A Touch of Culture. But just a little touch! Friday, January 28, 2011. LES TRES RICHES HEURES DU DUC DE BERRY. Early in the 15th century in France, the very wealthy Duc de Berry, a brother of King Charles V, commissioned three painters, the brothers Limbourg, to create illustrations for a Book of Hours. What they produced has become known as “the king of illuminated manuscripts.”. Exchanging gifts on Twelfth Night. The Duc de Berry is seated on the right, in blue. A peasant with his pigs. A boar has been...

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