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Charles Stuart Calverley (/ ˈ k ɑː v ər l ɪ /; 22 December 1831 – 17 February 1884) was an English poet and wit. He was the literary father of what has been called "the university school of humour".
The Hunting of the Snark, subtitled An Agony, in Eight fits, is a poem by the English writer Lewis Carroll.It is typically categorised as a nonsense poem.Written between 1874 and 1876, it borrows the setting, some creatures, and eight portmanteau words from Carroll's earlier poem "Jabberwocky" in his children's novel Through the Looking-Glass (1871).
Her father Sir Francis Darwin, a son of Charles Darwin, yet another 'Francis', was known to their family as "Frank", or as "Uncle Frank". She died of heart failure at her home in Cambridge, on 19 August 1960. [1] She is buried at the Parish of the Ascension Burial Ground in Cambridge, [3] where she is in the same grave as her father Sir Francis ...
Kipling's narrative voice contrasts the purported eternal wisdom of these commonplace texts with the fashionable and (in Kipling's view) naïve modern ideas of "the Market-Place", making oblique reference, by way of puns or poetic references to older geological time periods, to Welsh-born Lloyd George and Liberal efforts at disarmament ("the Cambrian measures"), feminism ("the ...
Charles William Dalmon (1862–1938) [1] was a British poet, 1890s decadent, 1920s film designer, [2] and friend of Noël Coward. [3] Life.
[A poem about sitting] [Dear Friedrich] [Tropical luxuriance] [The clouds told him] [Are Russian cannibals] [An actor pretending] [The dead man] [My guardian angel] [The dog went] [Things were not] [A hen larger] [The old farmer] [The rat kept] [O witches, O poverty] [Once I knew] [The ideal spectator] [Thousands of old men] [My thumb is ...
The turn in poetry has gone by many names. In "The Poem in Countermotion", the final chapter of How Does a Poem Mean?, John Ciardi speaks thus of the "fulcrum" in relation to the non-sonnet poem "O western wind" (O Western Wind/when wilt thou blow/The small rain down can rain//Christ! my love were in my arms/and I in my bed again): 'The first two lines are a cry of anguish to the western wind ...
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.