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"Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poem in the form of a villanelle by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914–1953), and is one of his best-known works. [1] Though first published in the journal Botteghe Oscure in 1951, [ 2 ] Thomas wrote the poem in 1947 while visiting Florence with his family.
Night" is a poem in the illuminated 1789 collection Songs of Innocence by William Blake, later incorporated into the larger compilation Songs of Innocence and of Experience. "Night" speaks about the coming of evil when darkness arrives, as angels protect and keep the sheep from the impending dangers.
Good Night, Sleep Tight is a major children's poetry anthology collated by Ivan Jones and Mal Lewis Jones. [1] It contains 366 poems by world famous and lesser known poets, including some of the editors' own poems. There is one poem for each night of the year. [1]
Dylan Marlais Thomas (27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953) [1] was a Welsh poet and writer whose works include the poems "Do not go gentle into that good night" and "And death shall have no dominion", as well as the "play for voices" Under Milk Wood.
56. I love you past the moon and beyond the stars. 57. Someone so special can never be forgotten; may your soul rest in peace. 58. The loss is immeasurable, but so is the love left behind.
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The poem is one of Li's shi poems, structured as a single quatrain in five-character regulated verse with a simple AABA rhyme scheme (at least in its original Middle Chinese dialect as well as the majority of contemporary Chinese dialects). It is short and direct in accordance with the guidelines for shi poetry, and cannot be conceived as ...
Night and day my blood it drains My heart to death it aches. I have loved all this past year So that I may love no more; I have sighed many a sigh, Beloved, for thy pity, My love is never thee nearer, And that me grieveth sore; Sweet loved-one, think on me, I have loved thee long. Sweet loved-one, I pray thee, For one loving speech;