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The poem is one of Lovelace's best-known works, and its final stanza's first line "Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage" is often quoted. Lovelace wrote the poem while imprisoned in Gatehouse Prison adjoining Westminster Abbey due to his effort to have the Clergy Act 1640 annulled.
On the Laws, also known by its Latin name De Legibus (abbr. De Leg.), is a Socratic dialogue written by Marcus Tullius Cicero during the last years of the Roman Republic.It bears the same name as Plato's famous dialogue, The Laws.
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven. Thus, The conscience is converted into palms, Like windy citherns hankering for hymns. We agree in principle. That's clear. But take The opposing law and make a peristyle, And from the peristyle project a masque
Gurr says in his work “Shakespeare's First Poem: Sonnet 145” that Shakespeare wrote this poem in 1582, making Shakespeare only 18. "The only explanation that makes much sense is that the play on 'hate' and throwing 'hate away' by adding an ending was meant to be read by a lady whose surname was Hathaway" (223).
The poem's ambiguities concerning the speaker's (not necessarily Blake's) stance on the attainability or otherwise, and on the nature, of the "sweet golden clime" (the West, Heaven, Eden?), have led to different, sometimes conflicting views of the poem. Leader [13] notes the "critical controversy surrounding 'Ah! Sun-flower' and 'The Lilly ...
Longfellow wrote the poem shortly after completing lectures on German writer Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and was heavily inspired by him. He was also inspired to write it by a heartfelt conversation he had with friend and fellow professor at Harvard University Cornelius Conway Felton; the two had spent an evening "talking of matters, which lie near one's soul:–and how to bear one's self ...
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The pride of our wealth Is comfort, contentment, and labor, and health, And lands which, as Freemen we only have trod, Independent of all, save the mercies of God. Yet we owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne, Our ruler is law and the law is our own; Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men, Who can handle the sword, or the scythe, or the ...