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Young Calidor | john keats
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Flowers and nice things. Laquo; I stood upon a hill. To Hope ». June 20, 2010. YOUNG Calidore is paddling o’er the lake;. His healthful spirit eager and awake. To feel the beauty of a silent eve,. Which seem’d full loath this happy world to leave;. The light dwelt o’er the scene so lingeringly. He bares his forehead to the cool blue sky,. And smiles at the far clearness all around,. Until his heart is well nigh over wound,. And turns for calmness to the pleasant green.
I stood upon a hill | john keats
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Flowers and nice things. Laquo; A dedication to Hunt. Young Calidor ». I stood upon a hill. June 20, 2010. I STOOD tip-toe upon a little hill,. The air was cooling, and so very still,. That the sweet buds which with a modest pride. Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,. Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems,. Had not yet lost those starry diadems. Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn,. And let a lush...
The Poems of john Keats | john keats
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Flowers and nice things. Laquo; Romantic Poet John Keats. A dedication to Hunt ». The Poems of john Keats. January 13, 2009. What men or gods are these? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? Ah, happy, happy boughs! That cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love! More happy, happy love! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of oth...
To Chatterton | john keats
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Flowers and nice things. Laquo; To my brother. June 20, 2010. How very sad thy fate! Dear child of sorrow – son of misery! How soon the film of death obscur’d that eye,. Whence Genius mildly flash’d, and high debate. How soon that voice, majestic and elate,. Melted in dying numbers! Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die. A half-blown flow’ret which cold blasts amate. But this is past: thou art among the stars. Of highest Heaven: to the rolling spheres.
To George Felton | john keats
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Flowers and nice things. Laquo; To Hope. A poem to George ». June 20, 2010. WEET are the pleasures that to verse belong,. And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;. Nor can remembrance, Mathew! A fate more pleasing, a delight more true. Than that in which the brother Poets joy’d,. Who with combined powers, their wit employ’d. To raise a trophy to the drama’s muses. The thought of this great partnership diffuses. Over the genius loving heart, a feeling. Mid contradictions ...
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My Dorset Freind: Thomas Hardy
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Saturday, 19 November 2011. I have lived with shades so long,. And talked to them so oft,. Since forth from cot and croft. I went mankind among,. In their dim style. To hear my say;. And take me by the hand,. And lead me through their rooms. In the To-be, where Dooms. Half-wove and shapeless stand:. And show from there. And rot and rust. Of things that were. Now turn," spake they to me. One day: "Look whence we came,. And signify his name. Who gazes thence at thee." -. Nor name nor race. Know I, or can,".
My Dorset Freind: May 2010
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Tuesday, 18 May 2010. Song of the Soldiers. Song of the Soldiers. What of the faith and fire within us. Men who march away. Ere the barn-cocks say. Night is growing gray,. To hazards whence no tears can win us;. What of the faith and fire within us. Men who march away! Is it a purblind prank, O think you,. Friend with the musing eye. Who watch us stepping by,. With doubt and dolorous sigh? Can much pondering so hoodwink you? Is it a purblind prank, O think you,. Friend with the musing eye? The Poet John ...
My Dorset Freind: The Dream-Follower
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010. A dream of mine flew over the mead. To the halls where my old Love reigns;. And it drew me on to follow its lead:. And I stood at her window-panes;. And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone. Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;. And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,. And I whitely hastened away. 8230;……………………………………………………. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Poet John Keats. The Poet John Keats. West Dorset for Visitors. West Dorset for Visitors. A Poet of Dreams.
My Dorset Freind: February 2010
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Saturday, 27 February 2010. When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,. And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,. Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,. He was a man who used to notice such things'? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink,. The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight. Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think,. To him this must have been a familiar sight.'. The Dead man Walking. There wa...
My Dorset Freind: In Time Of
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Tuesday, 18 May 2010. Only a man harrowing clods. In a slow silent walk. With an old horse that stumbles and nods. Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame. From the heaps of couch-grass;. Yet this will go onwards the same. Yonder a maid and her wight. War's annals will cloud into night. Ere their story die. Labels: In Time Of. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Poet John Keats. The Poet John Keats. West Dorset for Visitors. West Dorset for Visitors. The Tragedy of Vangogh.
My Dorset Freind: When the wasting embers
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010. When the wasting embers. When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast,. And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me,. And from hall and parlour the living have gone to their rest,. My perished people who housed them here come back to me. They come and seat them around in their mouldy places,. Now and then bending towards me a glance of wistfulness,. A strange upbraiding smile upon all their faces,. And in the bearing of each a passive tristfulness. Lover of Do...
My Dorset Freind: The Farm Woman's Winter
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010. The Farm Woman's Winter. If seasons all were summers,. And leaves would never fall,. Were foodless not at all,. And fragile folk might be here. That white winds bid depart;. Then one I used to see here. Would warm my wasted heart! One frail, who, bravely tilling. Long hours in gripping gusts,. Was mastered by their chilling,. And now his ploughshare rusts. So savage winter catches. The breath of limber things,. And what I love he snatches,. And what I love not, brings.
My Dorset Freind: February 2009
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Wednesday, 11 February 2009. The Man he Killed. The Man he Killed. Had he and I but met. By some old ancient inn,. We should have set us down to wet. Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry,. And staring face to face,. I shot at him as he at me,. And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because-. Because he was my foe,. My foe of course he was;. That's clear enough;. He thought he'd 'list,. Was out of work. Had sold his traps. No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is! The Past and I,.
My Dorset Freind: March 2009
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Sunday, 29 March 2009. Under a daisied bank. There stands a rich red ruminating cow,. And hard against her flank. A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her brow. Upheaves and falls;. The milk purrs in the pail;. Few pilgrims but would choose. The peace of such a life in such a vale. The maid breathes words- to vent,. It seems, her sense of Nature's scenery,. Of whose life, sentiment,. Very part itself is she. She bends a glance of pain,. And, at a moment,. Lets escape a tear;. Is it that passing train,.
My Dorset Freind: January 2009
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Saturday, 24 January 2009. Poems of Thomas Hardy. On a Fine Morning. What is doing,. Suffering, being,. Not from noting Life's conditions,. Nor from heeding Time's monitions;. But in cleaving to the Dream,. And in gazing at the gleam. Whereby gray things golden seem. IIThus do I this heyday, holding. Shadows but as lights unfolding,. As no specious show this moment. With its irised embowment;. But as nothing other than. Part of a benignant plan;. Proof that earth was made for man. She hears the Storm.
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Blog de poetjo59 - Notre parcours Jo Et moi.... - Skyrock.com
Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. Notre parcours Jo Et moi. Bienvenue sur notre blog qui est là pour donner des news à nos proches (famille et amis) vu que nous habitons en Angleterre. Et surtout, si vous nous connaissez ou avez connu laissez un commentaire avec votre adresse msn ou autre on se fera un plaisir de vous recontacter. Mise à jour :. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Frère de Cotton - Flap'Jack. Voici Guselli Flap'Jack, un British Shorthair Bi-color Chocolat made in England :-). N'oublie pas...
Poet Joan Huffman
Thursday, August 27, 2009. What a cool web site: See it and share it. Recycle the ad and recycle your organs. Spread the word! Monday, July 27, 2009. PABLO NERUDA - Poem 20 The saddest lines. PABLO NERUDA - Poem 20 The saddest lines. Vezi mai multe video Diverse. Sunday, July 26, 2009. Help get the word out.American needs healthcare reform NOW. Wednesday, July 22, 2009. I'm off to Boca for a medical conference, however, the sun, sand, surf and salt are certain to inspire a thought or two. Au revoir!
Joan Lewis' Official Website
Poetry lovers are in for a treat as author and poet Joan Lewis shares two lively anthologies of clean, wholesome poems. Family, Friends and Fun. Includes poetry for both the young and the young at heart. Her third book,. The Inn at Walnut Valley. Is a fascinating fiction that follows a young lady’s chaotic journey to find herself. As she goes through her passage of young adulthood, she discovers. The Inn at Walnut Valley. Is a place that offers. Lewis’s fourth book, Peace In Paradise.
John Davis Jr. -- Poet | History and Beauty live here
John Davis Jr. — Poet. History and Beauty live here. Who is John Davis Jr? John Davis Jr. is the author of. Five Oaks Press, 2016). Middle Class American Proverb. Negative Capability Press, 2014). 3 thoughts on “ Who is John Davis Jr? September 1, 2012 at 10:39 PM. October 10, 2012 at 12:39 AM. Hi MrDavis, I like your blog! I’m a lover of poetry as well,and admire how accomplished you are. If you ever have time please do stop by my page and read mine! Http:/ lovsnmua.wordpress.com/. My work published here.
john keats | Just another WordPress.com weblog
Just another WordPress.com weblog. June 20, 2010. How very sad thy fate! Dear child of sorrow – son of misery! How soon the film of death obscur’d that eye,. Whence Genius mildly flash’d, and high debate. How soon that voice, majestic and elate,. Melted in dying numbers! Was night to thy fair morning. Thou didst die. A half-blown flow’ret which cold blasts amate. But this is past: thou art among the stars. Of highest Heaven: to the rolling spheres. Thou sweetly singest: naught thy hymning mars,. So silen...
J.P. Martinez | Performance Poet and Artist
Performance Poet and Artist. Paint, Draw, Shoot. To be sent back in time. With the power to recall. The velocities at which we soar through galaxies. In order to feel alive in the touch of uncertainty. That forces colors unseen upon the canvas. Unbound in the rules of folklore or form. A frenzied future in relentless passion. Forging its steel in the Sun. Alchemy of boundless inspiration. Untethered in conventions of value. Soaring through possibilities infinite. The plains in the distance. The coming al...
School Visits - Poet John Rice, famous children's author, brings poetry to life!
Meet Poet John Rice. A Typical School Visit. Why Is Poetry Important? Writing Poetry For Children. I Can't Go To School 'Cause. Cruel Is The Mother. Fanfare For The Common Cold. Me And My Sister. Painting The Silver Desert. The Cry-Babies That Live In The Sun. Christmas Eve, Briggflatts. Love In A Garden. A Night Out Of The Ordinary. This Is The Deepening Month. And The Clouds Shift. Mdash; Meet Poet John Rice. Mdash; Published Works. Mdash; A Typical School Visit. Mdash; Why Is Poetry Important? We thin...
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Mot de passe :. J'ai oublié mon mot de passe. Voici et voila enfin le blog de po(pauline) and ju (justine). Et oui et oui tu vien d'arivé sur le blog de po and ju du 45! Come l'indike le titre! Bonne visite mais ATTENTION! Pas d'insulte pas de critike MAIS laisser tout plins de com'$ $! Mise à jour :. MERCI PAULINE C'EST GENTIL! Abonne-toi à mon blog! VoIcI nOtRe bLoG aLoR lAcHéS tOut PLins De cOMs! MIcIIIiiiII bOcOUp (Si Vou Le FaITe BIenSUrE! Ou poster avec :. Posté le lundi 16 octobre 2006 12:43.
