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“A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:…Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing / A flowery band to bind us to the earth”
-John Keats, “Beauty”
— Jul 31, 2024 10:42PM
-John Keats, “Beauty”
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“Thy dewy looks sink in my breast
Thy gentle words stir poison there.”
Just finished reading the section including poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley
My favorite Shelley poems were:
“Alastor” or “Spirit of Solitude”
“Epipsychidion”
“Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats”
“To Night”
A good poet, a brilliant man. He’s just outside the top class of poets for me.
— Feb 28, 2025 07:43PM
Thy gentle words stir poison there.”
Just finished reading the section including poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley
My favorite Shelley poems were:
“Alastor” or “Spirit of Solitude”
“Epipsychidion”
“Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats”
“To Night”
A good poet, a brilliant man. He’s just outside the top class of poets for me.
Michael Hanisch
is on page 106 of 688
Just finished reading the section on Wordsworth, who now I feel is overrated, but still brilliant.
My favorite Wordsworth poems were:
“Lines Written in Early Spring”
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
“The Mountain Echo”
“Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”
“Laodamía”
“Ascent of Snowdon”
“The World’s Ravages”
“The Shock of Bereavement”
— Jan 28, 2025 07:57PM
My favorite Wordsworth poems were:
“Lines Written in Early Spring”
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”
“The Mountain Echo”
“Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood”
“Laodamía”
“Ascent of Snowdon”
“The World’s Ravages”
“The Shock of Bereavement”
Michael Hanisch
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Just finished reading the selections from Lord Byron, and I was absolutely floored by them.
Here is the beginning of “The Dream,” what was my favorite of Lord Byron’s poems:
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures…
— Jan 02, 2025 10:19PM
Here is the beginning of “The Dream,” what was my favorite of Lord Byron’s poems:
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures…
