An Epistle to A Friend
AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND. Villula,……….et pauper agelle, Me tibi, et hos unâ mecum, et quos semper amavi, Commendo. PREFACE. Every reader turns with pleasure to those passages of Horace, and Pope, and Boileau, which describe how they lived and where they dwelt; and which, being interspersed among their satirical writings, derive a secret and […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. John Keats. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) John Keats IF thou canst not from some superior sphere Look down upon this world that gave thee birth Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth Bend hitherward thy godbright head […]
A Life Of Lorenzo Da Ponte:Talent Flies; Practical Reason Walks
[ad_1] Among the world’s favorite operas, we find three of them with a libretto penned by Lorenzo Da Ponte and music by none other than the astonishingly delightful Viennese ear-confectioner Mozart. The list is a delight in itself: The Marriage of Figaro, Don Giovann, and Così Fan Tutte. We learn in the new book, The […]
Trendy Madness In Fashion Meccas
[ad_1] Fashion experiences dynamic leash in different parts of the world, wearing different colors, image and feel, taking inspiration from local environment and blending into the global trend stream. This article focuses on futuristic trends for the coming season 2007-2008 in fashion Meccas – New York, Paris, Milan, Londonand Los Angels. These five cities have […]
Christopher Okigbo – Looking Back at His Short-lived Life and Taking Stock of His Poetic Legacy
[ad_1] Christopher Ifekandu Okigbo one of the earliest Nigerian poets, who within his short lifetime, for he died fighting for the independence of Biafra, established himself as a central figure in the development of modern African poetry,has remained one of the most important African poets to write in English. Generally acknowledged as a master poet […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. John Keats. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) John Keats IF thou canst not from some superior sphere Look down upon this world that gave thee birth Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth Bend hitherward thy godbright head […]
Breathing Stars, Inspiration and the Labyrinth of Correspondence
[ad_1] In about 5 billion years our sun is expected to die. Recently the Hubble Space Telescope, trained on the planetary nebula NGC 6210 about 6,500 light-years away, photographed a star, slightly less massive than our sun, suffering its last gasp. A dying star forms a planetary nebula (really just gas and dust, but resembling […]
Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad Third – John Bushby’s Lamentation.
Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795 Ballad Third – John Bushby’s Lamentation. 1795 Type: Song Tune: Babes in the Wood. ‘Twas in the seventeen hunder year O’ grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae’est man Of ony man alive. In March the three-an’-twentieth morn, The sun raise clear an’ bright; But oh! I […]
Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad First
Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795 Ballad First1795 Type: Poem Whom will you send to London town, To Parliament and a’ that? Or wha in a’ the country round The best deserves to fa’ that? For a’ that, and a’ that, Thro’ Galloway and a’ that, Where is the Laird or belted Knight The best […]
Robert Burns: The Five Carlins: An Election Ballad
The Five Carlins An Election Ballad1789 Type: Song Tune: Chevy Chase. There was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To bring them tidings hame. Nor only bring them tidings hame, But do their errands there, And aiblins gowd and honor baith Might be that […]
The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre To notes of wail and accents warm with fire; Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain, And him who sobbed in pentametric pain; To which […]
The Human Tragedy ACT I poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Olive- Godfrid- Gilbert. Protagonist: Love. Place: England. Time: June-November 1857 Love! all-creating Love, primordial Power, By whom the Heavens, from whom the stars had birth, Fountain and force of air, light, season, shower, Growth, and the green apparel of the Earth, Source of the seed and secret of the flower, Parent of all […]
A Defence Of English Spring poem – Alfred Austin
Unnamed, unknown, but surely bred Where Thames, once silver, now runs lead, Whose journeys daily ebb and flow ‘Twixt Tyburn and the bells of Bow, You late in learnëd prose have told How, for the happy bards of old, Spring burst upon Sicilian seas, Or blossomed in the Cyclades, But never yet hath deigned […]
Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder poem – A. E. Housman
Wake not for the world-heard thunder, Nor the chimes that earthquakes toll; Stars may plot in heaven with planet, Lightning rive the rock of granite, Tempest tread the oakwood under, Fear not you for flesh or soul; Marching, fighting, victory past, Stretch your limbs in peace at last. Stir not for the soldier’s drilling, Nor […]
Loitering with a Vacant Eye poem – A. E. Housman
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he, And stedfastly he looked at me. “Well met,” I thought the look would say, “We both were fashioned far away; We neither knew, when we were young, These […]
Loitering with a Vacant Eye poem – A. E. Housman
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing still. Still in marble stone stood he, And stedfastly he looked at me. “Well met,” I thought the look would say, “We both were fashioned far away; We neither knew, when we were young, These […]
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad poem – A. E. Housman
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and […]
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad poem – A. E. Housman
In my own shire, if I was sad, Homely comforters I had: The earth, because my heart was sore, Sorrowed for the son she bore; And standing hills, long to remain, Shared their short-lived comrade’s pain. And bound for the same bourn as I, On every road I wandered by, Trod beside me, close and […]
Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears: no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie […]
Far In a Western Brookland poem – Alfred Edward Housman
Far in a western brookland That bred me long ago The poplars stand and tremble By pools I used to know. There, in the windless night-time, The wanderer, marvelling why, Halts on the bridge to hearken How soft the poplars sigh. He hears: no more remembered In fields where I was known, Here I lie […]
As Through the Wild Green Hills of Wyre poem – A. E. Housman
As through the wild green hills of Wyre The train ran, changing sky and shire, And far behind, a fading crest, Low in the forsaken west Sank the high-reared head of Clee, My hand lay empty on my knee. Aching on my knee it lay: That morning half a shire away So many an honest […]
Hellcat
Hellcat First a blog post and then my short poem about (the) Hellcat. [lwptoc] Hellcat, what? Here is the story. Below is a poem dedicated to the M18 tank destroyer or to the GM’s Buick Hellcat. I cringe to say it or at least to say it out loud, but when it comes […]
The White Cliffs
by Alice Duer Miller I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply Out of the sea that once made her secure. I had no thought then of husband or lover, I was a traveller, […]
Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own […]
Kraj Majales (King Of May) poem – Allen Ginsberg
And the Communists have nothing to offer but fat cheeks and eyeglasses and lying policemen and the Capitalists proffer Napalm and money in green suitcases to the Naked, and the Communists create heavy industry but the heart is also heavy and the beautiful engineers are all dead, the secret technicians conspire for their own […]
Farewell to London poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period Dear, damn’d distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I’ll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease! Soft B– and rough C–s adieu, Earl Warwick made your moan, The lively H–k and […]
Alexander E. Musset
About Alexander E. Musset Alexander E. Musset, Writer of humorous children’s poems and stories. Based in Willesden Green, London, Alexander E. Musset writes short humorous poems, and long rhyming stories with a distinct Dr Seuss feel. His work is at the same time funny, witty, intelligent, or just plain ridiculous. His first book […]
The Defeat of Youth poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) I. UNDER THE TREES. There had been phantoms, pale-remembered shapes Of this and this occasion, sisterly In their resemblances, each effigy Crowned with the same bright hair above the nape’s White rounded firmness, and each body alert With such swift loveliness, that very rest Seemed a […]
Paris
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the paths That lead the heart unto the heart’s delight. . . . Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days When there’s no lovelier prize the world displays […]
Rutland Gate
A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904) His back is bent and his lips are blue, Shivering out in the wet: “Here’s a florin, my man, for you, Go and get drunk and forget!” Right in the midst of a Christian land, Rotted with wealth and ease, […]
A Story At Dusk
An evening all aglow with summer light And autumn colour-fairest of the year. The wheat-fields, crowned with shocks of tawny gold, All interspersed with rough sowthistle roots, And interlaced with white convolvulus, Lay, flecked with purple shadows, in the sun. The shouts of little children, gleaning there The scattered ears and wild blue-bottle flowers- […]
Wit
TELL me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit, Thou who Master art of it. For the First matter loves Variety less ; Less Women love ‘t, either in Love or Dress. A thousand different shapes it bears, Comely in thousand shapes appears. Yonder we saw it plain ; and here ’tis now, […]
Of Wit
TELL me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit, Thou who Master art of it. For the First matter loves Variety less ; Less Women love ‘t, either in Love or Dress. A thousand different shapes it bears, Comely in thousand shapes appears. Yonder we saw it plain ; and here ’tis now, […]
Rule I By Eric Mottram Stop Writing Literature You Garrulous Indian
Poems about Poetry Rule I by Eric Mottram : ‘Stop writing Literature, You garrulous Indian!’ by T. Wignesan For Michael Hrebeniak’s jazz saxophone [This memorial poem was published in Radical Poetics (Inventory of Possibilities), Issue One (London), Spring 1997, n.p., edited by one of Eric Mottram’s students at King’s […]
Missing
Missing by A. A. Milne Has anybody seen my mouse? I opened his box for half a minute, Just to make sure he was really in it, And while I was looking, he jumped outside! I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried…. I think he’s somewhere about the house. Has anyone seen my […]
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Lines and Squares by A. A. Milne Whenever I walk in a London street, I’m ever so careful to watch my feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread on the lines of the street Go back to […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 8 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Rogero flies; Astolpho with the rest, To their true shape Melissa does restore; Rinaldo levies knights and squadrons, pressed In aid of Charles assaulted by the Moor: Angelica, by ruffians found at rest, Is offered to a monster on the shore. Orlando, warned in visions of his ill, Departs from Paris sore against his […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 22 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Atlantes’ magic towers Astolpho wight Destroys, and frees his thralls from prison-cell. Bradamant finds Rogero, who in fight O’erthrows four barons from the warlike sell, When on their way to save an errant knight Doomed to devouring fire: the four who fell For impious Pinnabel maintained the strife, Whom, after, Bradamant deprives of life. […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 18 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Gryphon is venged. Sir Mandricardo goes In search of Argier’s king. Charles wins the fight. Marphisa Norandino’s men o’erthrows. Due pains Martano’s cowardice requite. A favouring wind Marphisa’s gallery blows, For France with Gryphon bound and many a knight. The field Medoro and Cloridano tread, And find their monarch Dardinello dead. I High minded […]
Orlando Furioso Canto 10 by Ludovico Ariosto
ARGUMENT Another love assails Bireno’s breast, Who leaves one night Olympia on the shore. To Logistilla’s holy realm addressed, Rogero goes, nor heeds Alcina more: Him, of that flying courser repossest, The hippogryph on airy voyage bore: Whence he the good Rinaldo’s levy sees, And next Angelica beholds and frees. I Of all the loves, […]