Poetry: Dickinson – This is my letter to the World

This is my letter to the WorldThat never wrote to Me—The simple News that Nature told—With tender Majesty Her Message is committedTo Hands I cannot see—For love of Her—Sweet—countrymen—Judge tenderly—of Me Emily Dickinson, This is my letter to the World Like most short poetry, this poem is enigmatic and leaves many more questions than it …

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Poetry: Wordsworth – A Night Thought

Lo! where the Moon along the skySails with her happy destiny;Oft is she hid from mortal eyeOr dimly seen,But when the clouds asunder flyHow bright her mien! Far different we—a froward race,Thousands though rich in Fortune's graceWith cherished sullenness of paceTheir way pursue,Ingrates who wear a smileless faceThe whole year through. If kindred humours e'er …

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Poetry: Shelley – Music, When Soft Voices Die

Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Considered a poetic fragment, I find these two verses by Shelley complete in their simplicity. Unlike …

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Comments on the Lord of the Rings and Reading Great Works

Image from Goodreads. There is so much that could or should be said on these books, and so much that has already been said. I am not sure I have much in the way of new insight to add to this series, at least not right now. And what of a review? How does one …

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Stillness at Dawn

Through the LORD’s mercies we are not consumed,Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning;Great is Your faithfulness.“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,“Therefore I hope in Him!” Lamentations 3:22-24 I love early mornings. Granted, I was up about an hour and a half earlier than I typically like to wake, but …

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