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20th-century literary critics often categorise eight of Coleridge's poems (The Eolian Harp, Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement, This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison, Frost at Midnight, Fears in Solitude, The Nightingale: A Conversation Poem, Dejection: An Ode, To William Wordsworth) as a group, usually as his "conversation poems".
The location of Poole's home was Nether Stowey, which contained a garden, an arbour, and a tannery, and a little cottage that Coleridge stayed in while working on poetry. The arbour, containing the lime tree, was a place that Coleridge favoured in a note to Poole's edition of Coleridge's poems: [3] "I love to shut my eyes, and bring before my ...
"Green Groweth the Holly" has also been circulated as a love poem. The original poem has no references to God or Christmas in it. The evergreen character of the holly during the winter's weather is instead offered as an image for the faithfulness of the male lover to his beloved through all adversities. [5] [1]
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"The Green Door" (or "Green Door") is a 1956 popular song, with music composed by Bob "Hutch" Davie and lyrics by Marvin J. Moore. It was first recorded by Jim Lowe, which reached number one on the US chart in 1956. The song has been covered by a number of artists, including a version by Shakin' Stevens in 1981.
The poem in fact explores, instead of asserting, the pantheistic union of man and nature through a quintessential life-and-death force. For all the poet shares with 'the crooked rose', either as destroyer or victim, he cannot make himself heard ('I am dumb to tell' is repeated five times as a refrain), a failure that unwittingly distinguishes a ...
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I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And ‘Thou shall not’ written over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves,