One of the most famous poems of Spring from the gorgeous Lake District. Image from Canva. I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, [...]
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Poetry Mondays – To Daffodils by Robert Herrick
To Daffodils Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain’d his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as [...]
Poetry Mondays – On a Lane In Spring by John Clare
On a Lane in Spring. A Little Lane, the brook runs close besideAnd spangles in the sunshine while the fish glide swiftly byAnd hedges leafing with the green spring tideFrom out their greenery the old birds flyAnd chirp and whistle in the morning sunThe pilewort glitters ‘neath the pale blue skyThe little robin has [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
The Brook. I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorpes, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To [...]
Poetry Mondays – ‘Hope’ by Emily Dickinson.
Image from canva.com Hope. “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all And sweetest in the Gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm I’ve [...]
The Year by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Image from canva.com The Year. What can be said in New Year rhymes, That’s not been said a thousand times? The new years come, the old years go, We know we dream, we dream we know. We rise up laughing with the light, We lie down weeping with the night. [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Reminder by Thomas Hardy.
The Reminder. While I watch the Christmas blazePaint the room with ruddy rays,Something makes my vision glideTo the frosty scene outside. There, to reach a rotting berry,Toils a thrush, — constrained to veryDregs of food by sharp distress,Taking such with thankfulness. Why, O starving bird, when IOne day's joy would justify,And put misery out [...]
Poetry Mondays – Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Winter-Time Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire [...]
Poetry Mondays – The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy.
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate,When Frost was spectre-gray,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike strings of broken lyres,And all mankind that haunted nighHad sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to meThe Century’s corpse outleant,Its crypt the cloudy canopy,The wind [...]
Poetry Mondays – Thankful by Mandy Cidlik.
As it is Thanksgiving this week, I thought I would pick a poem centred around this. Be kind, always. Thankful No ghosts or goblins and trick-or-treats, No candy or flowers for your sweets. No gifts to buy or presents to give, Just be THANKFUL for the life that you live. [...]
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