Elegy IV: The Perfume John Donne
Tag: English
Sunday Sonnet – If by Dull Rhymes
If by dull rhymes our English must be chained, And, like Andromeda, the sonnet sweet Fettered, in spite of pained loveliness
Gandalf’s Song of Lorien by JRR Tolkien
Gandalf's Song of Lorien JRR Tolkien
Farm at Watendlath by Dora Carrington
Farm at Watendlath Dora Carrington 1921
Elbereth by JRR Tolkien
Elbereth JRR Tolkien 1951
Sunday Sonnet: Gipsies by John Clare
John Clare 1793-1864 The snow falls deep; the forest lies alone;The boy goes hasty for his load of brakes,Then thinks upon the fire and hurries back;The gipsy knocks his hands and tucks them up,And seeks his squalid camp, half hid in snow,Beneath the oak which breaks away the wind,And bushes close in snow like hovel … Continue reading Sunday Sonnet: Gipsies by John Clare
Sunday Sonnet: It is a beauteous evening by William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free; The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy
Channel Firing Thomas Hardy 1914
A Chorus by Elizabeth Jennings
A Chorus Elizabeth Jennings 1953
Sunday Sonnet – When the Assault Was Intended to the City by John Milton
Captain, or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did the ever please
Sunday Sonnet: Come, darkest night by Lady Mary Wroth
Come, darkest night, becoming sorrow best; Light, leave thy light, fit for a lightsome soul
Of the Mean and Sure Estate by Thomas Wyatt
Of the Mean and Sure Estate Thomas Wyatt 16th century
Sunday Sonnet: To the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth by Ben Jonson
I that have been a lover, and could shew it, Though not in these, in rhymes not wholly dumb; Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become
Off the Ground by Walter de la Mare
Off the Ground Walter de la Mare 19th/20th century
Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean by Jane Austen
Of A Ministry Pitiful, Angry, Mean Jane Austen 18th/19th century Of a Ministry pitiful, angry, mean, A gallant commander the victim is seen. For promptitude, vigour, success, does he stand
Ode to Pity by Jane Austen
Ode to Pity Jane Austen 18th/19th century Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
Nymphs and Shepherds by Henry Purcell
Nymphs and Shepherds Henry Purcell 1675
Sunday Sonnet: At the round earth’s imagined corners by John Donne
At the round earth’s imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities
Neutral Tones by Thomas Hardy
Neutral Tones Thomas Hardy 1867 We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod, --They had fallen from an ash, and were gray
Bath-Song by JRR Tolkien
Sing hey! For the bath at close of day that washes the weary mud away A loon is he that will not sing O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
Sunday Sonnet: Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
Sunday Sonnet: Eternity by William Alabaster
Eternity, the womb of things created, The endless bottom of duration, Whose half was always past, yet unbegun, And half behind still coming unabated;
Band on the Run by Paul McCartney and Wings
Band on the Run Album: Band on the Run Date: 1973
A Forest by The Cure
https://youtu.be/xik-y0xlpZ0 A ForestAlbum: Seventeen SecondsDate: 1980Genre: Gothic RockArtist: The Cure The Cure are a gothic rock band formed in West Sussex, England in 1978. Guitarist, vocalist, and songwriter Robert Smith has remained the only constant member throughout numerous line-up changes. The Cure’s debut album “Three Imaginary Boys” (1979) placed the band in the post-punk and … Continue reading A Forest by The Cure
John Lennon
John Lennon Rock Born: 9 October 1940, Liverpool, England Nationality: English Assassinated: 8 December 1980, New York, USA
The Jubilee Sov’reign by Marriott Edgar
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was she
Sunday Sonnet – Most Glorious Lord of Life by Edmund Spenser
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day Didst make thy triumph over death and sin, And having harrowed hell didst bring away Captively thence captive, us to win:
Ready for Love by Bad Company
https://youtu.be/nbqjBpNT1sc Ready for LoveAlbum: Bad CompanyDate: 1974Genre: Alternative/IndieArtist: Bad Company Bad Company Formed in England in 1973, Bad Company are a rock supergroup. They enjoyed success throughout the 1970s under the management of Peter Grant, who also managed Led Zeppelin. To date, they have sold over 40 million albums worldwide
Pale Shelter by Tears for Fears
https://youtu.be/BUfcT5OoP-8 Pale ShelterAlbum: The HurtingDate: 1983Genre: Alternative/IndieArtist: Tears for Fears Tears for Fears were formed in Bath, England, in 1981 by Roland Orzabal and Curt Smith after the dissolution of their first band, Graduate. Tears for Fears were associated with new-wave electronic bands of the early 1980s and achieved international success. Their debut album “The … Continue reading Pale Shelter by Tears for Fears
Sunday Sonnet: With how sad steps by Sir Philip Sidney
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climbest the skies; How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp bow tries?
Heroic Stanzas by John Dryden
And now 'tis time; for their officious haste, Who would before have borne him to the sky, Like eager Romans ere all rites were past Did let too soon the sacred eagle fly
Forget Not Yet by Thomas Wyatt
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant My great travail so gladly spent Forget not yet
Heredity by Thomas Hardy
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion.
Sunday Sonnet: From Tuscany by Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
From Tuscany came my lady’s worthy race; Fair Florence was sometimes her ancient seat; The western isle, whose pleasant shower doth face Wild Camber’s cliffs, did give her lively heat.
For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main.
Veni, Creator Spiritus by John Dryden
Veni, Creator Spiritus1693 Creator Spirit, by whose aidThe world's foundations first were laid,Come, visit ev'ry pious mind;Come, pour thy joys on human kind;From sin, and sorrow set us free;And make thy temples worthy Thee. O, Source of uncreated Light,The Father's promis'd Paraclete!Thrice Holy Fount, thrice Holy Fire,Our hearts with heav'nly love inspire;Come, and thy Sacred … Continue reading Veni, Creator Spiritus by John Dryden
Sunday Sonnet: My galley charged with forgetfulness by Thomas Wyatt
My galley charged with forgetfulness Through sharp seas in winter nights doth pass ‘Tween rock and rock; ad eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
Down Behind the Dustbin by Michael Rosen
Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Ted. ‘Leave me alone,’ he says, ‘I’m just going to bed.’
Sunday Sonnet: God’s Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Cat by JRR Tolkien
The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream of nice mice that suffice for him, or cream;
Sunday Sonnet: Hap by Thomas Hardy
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: ‘Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
Elegy III: Change by John Donne
Elegy III: Change Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo,Yea though thou fall back, that apostasyConfirm thy love; yet much, much I fear thee.Women are like the Arts, forced unto to none,Open to all searchers, unprized if unknown.If I have caught a bird, and let him … Continue reading Elegy III: Change by John Donne
Bones by Walter de la Mare
Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones— The most peculiar pain I’m in— I think it’s in my bones.”
Lamentations of Jeremiah by Thomas Tallis
https://youtu.be/rgRXLN6nlVU Lamentations of Jeremiah1560-69Religious Music Thomas TallisRenaissanceBorn: 30 January 1505, Kent, EnglandNationality: EnglishDied: 23 November 1585, Greenwich, England Thomas Tallis 1505-1585 Tallis was a Renaissance composer renowned for English choral music. Honoured for his original voice in English musicianship, Tallis is considered among England’s greatest composers
A Fever by John Donne
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate...
Sunday Sonnet: In an Artist’s Studio by Christina Georgina Rossetti
One face looks out from all the canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens...
Sonnet September: The Sonnet by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A sonnet is a moment’s monument, Memorial from the soul’s eternity To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be...
Sonnet September: By this he knew by George Meredith
By this he knew she wept with waking eyes, That at his hand’s light quiver by her head The strange low sobs that shook their common bed...
Sonnet September: Shakespeare by Matthew Arnold
Others abide our question: thou art free, We ask and ask: thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge; for the loftiest bill...
Sonnet September: School parted us by George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans)
School parted us; we never found again That childish world where our two spirits mingled Like scents from varying roses that remain...
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