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In the poem, Robert I's character is a hero of the chivalric type common in contemporary romance, Freedom is a "noble thing" to be sought and won at all costs, and the opponents of such freedom are shown in the dark colours which history and poetic propriety require, but there is none of the complacency of the merely provincial habit of mind.
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy (14 March 1844 – 30 January 1881) was a British poet and herpetologist. [1] Of Irish descent, he was born in London. [2] He is most remembered for his poem "Ode", from his 1874 collection Music and Moonlight, which begins with the words "We are the music makers, / And we are the dreamers of dreams", and which has been set to music by several composers ...
Show your patriotic spirit this 4th of July and other American holidays with these inspiring freedom quotes from the Founding Fathers and other famous figures.
The first poem, which is also entitled ‘The Dream’ is 64 pages long, with themes of death, romance, regret, grief, and the natural world. The protagonist, a nameless speaker described as the Hermit narrates his past romance through flashbacks to his long-lost friend, describing the woman he fell in love with in the past, and how her father ...
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It describes the poet's musings on death over a series of nine "nights" in which he ponders the loss of his wife and friends, and laments human frailties. The best-known line in the poem (at the end of "Night I") is the adage "procrastination is the thief of time", which is part of a passage in which the poet discusses how quickly life and ...
My guest this week on Poetry from Daily Life is Heidi Mordhorst, who lives in Silver Spring, Maryland — a short bike ride from Washington, D.C. Heidi began writing poems early in childhood and ...
When the Parthian showered death bolts, And our discipline was in vain. I remember all the suffering Of those arrows in my neck. Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage As I died upon my back. The Battle of Crecy, part of the Hundred Years' War. Once again I smell the heat sparks When my Flemish plate gave way And the lance ripped through my entrails