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WHY HEAR'ST THOU MUSIC SADLY? from kendrive ^Pro 59 days old

Today's sonnet is a little more difficult to understand. It is saying that, as music is only enjoyed when it is in harmony, so happiness is only found ...

TWILIGHT AND EVENING BELL from kendrive ^Pro 88 days old

Today a poem from our twelfth Poet Laureate - Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892), anticipating his death. He succeeded Wordsworth in the post and became ...

TOUCHED THE FACE OF GOD from kendrive ^Pro 92 days old

HIGH FLIGHT John Gillespie Magee, Junior (June 9, 1922 – December 11, 1941) was an Anglo-American aviator and poet who died as a result of a mid-air ...

HOW DO I LOVE THEE? from kendrive ^Pro 96 days old

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)was one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era. In 1845 she began exchanging letters with the poet ...

HOW DO I LOVE THEE? from kendrive ^Pro 114 days old

Here is the second Beddoes poem that I have chosen. When I first read it I was reminded of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's sonnet XLIII, which begins ...

I THINK I MADE YOU UP INSIDE MY HEAD from kendrive ^Pro 127 days old

I am moving on - to another lady poet, the American Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963), who I am sure is well-known to many of you. Her ultimate fate was ...

AND LEFT BEHIND A BROKEN DOLL from kendrive ^Pro 146 days old

CHRISTINA It all began so easy With bricks upon the floor Building motley houses And knocking down your houses And always building more. The doll ...

CARRICKFERGUS from kendrive ^Pro 147 days old

I have spoken a little about Louis MacNeice's early life in Northern Ireland. In this descriptive poem he tells you a little more himself. CARRICKFERGUS I ...

OF CABBAGES AND KINGS from kendrive ^Pro 152 days old

Illustration by Sheryl Humphrey THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER (from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872) The sun was shining ...

GHOST from kendrive ^Pro 155 days old

PHANTASMAGORIA CANTO 1 (THE TRYSTYNG) One winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, And ...