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John Allyn McAlpin Berryman (born John Allyn Smith, Jr.; October 25, 1914 – January 7, 1972) was an American poet and scholar. He was a major figure in American poetry in the second half of the 20th century and is considered a key figure in the " confessional " school of poetry.
I Am" (or "Lines: I Am") [1] is a poem written by English poet John Clare in late 1844 or 1845 and published in 1848. It was composed when Clare was in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum [ 2 ] (commonly Northampton County Asylum, and later renamed St Andrew's Hospital), isolated by his mental illness from his family and friends.
The full title was Hours of Idleness; a Series of Poems Original and Translated, by George Gordon, Lord Byron, a Minor. It consisted of 187 pages with thirty-nine poems. Of these, nineteen came from the original Fugitive Pieces volume, while eight had first appeared in Poems on Various Occasions. Twelve were published for the first time.
A book rhyme is a short poem or rhyme that was formerly printed inside the front of a book or on the flyleaf to discourage theft (similar to a book curse) or to indicate ownership. Book rhymes were fairly common in the United States during the 18th and 19th centuries, but the printing of bookplates pushed them out of use. [1]
A Balliol rhyme is a doggerel verse form with a distinctive metre.It is a quatrain, having two rhyming couplets (rhyme scheme AABB), each line having four beats. They are written in the voice of the named subject and elaborate on that person's character, exploits or predilections.
The post has been liked more than 700,000 times. Followers commended the poet for putting their feelings of grief, fear and anger into words. "Grateful for your words when words feel impossible ...
'I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.' Dr. Martin Luther King's 'I Have a Dream' speech: Full ...
A Nation once again! A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And Ireland, long a province, be A Nation once again! It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark And service high and holy, Would be profaned by feelings dark And passions vain or lowly; For, Freedom comes from God's right hand, And needs a Godly train; And righteous men must make our land