Sonnet 3: “Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!” : Elizabeth Barrett Browning : : ( ) Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!Unlike our uses and our destinies.Our ministering two angels look surpriseOn one another, as they strike athwart Their wings in passing (4) Thou, bethink thee, art 5A guest for queens to socialContinue reading “Unlike Are We, Unlike O Princely Heart ! : Elizabeth Barrett Browning : : Death Poems : :”
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To My Brother George : John Keats : Brother Poems : :
John Keats (1795–1821). The Poetical Works of John Keats. 1884. To My Brother George MANY the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kist away the tears That fill’d the eyes of morn;—the laurel’d peers Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;— The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,Continue reading “To My Brother George : John Keats : Brother Poems : :”
The Starlight Night : : Gerard Manley Hopkins : Sonnets : : Sky Poems/ Songs : ( 15 ) : :
The Starlight NightBY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINSLook at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes!The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies! Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!Continue reading “The Starlight Night : : Gerard Manley Hopkins : Sonnets : : Sky Poems/ Songs : ( 15 ) : :”
I love to see the Summer beaming forth : John Clare : Sonnet : (1) : : I love to see : Set to Music Video : tobydarling : (2) : : Summer Time Classic : :
https://youtu.be/daG-A3h2WjQ SONNETI LOVE TO SEE THE SUMMERBY JOHN CLARE I love to see the summer beaming forth And white wool sack clouds sailing to the north I love to see the wild flowers come again And Mare blobs stain with gold the meadow drain And water lilies whiten on the floods Where reed clumps rustleContinue reading “I love to see the Summer beaming forth : John Clare : Sonnet : (1) : : I love to see : Set to Music Video : tobydarling : (2) : : Summer Time Classic : :”
Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Spring Time Classic : :
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse and wringThe ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brushThe descending blue; that blue is all in aContinue reading “Spring : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Spring Time Classic : :”
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