18th Century – Page 2 – Stanza & Story

“The Sun Has Long Been Set” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There’s a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo’s sovereign cry Fills all the hollow…

Poem: “Traveling” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

18th Century, 19th century, Celebration, English poetry, European Poetry, nature, Poetry, UK, Uncategorized, United Kingdom, William Wordsworth

April 3, 2017

Poem: “Traveling” by William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

And no one can tell whither.—my sweet friend! We two have had such happy hours together That my heart melts in me to think of it.

18th Century, English poetry, Jane Taylor, Literature, Poetry, Romantic Era, Romanticisim, UK, Uncategorized, United Kingdom

April 2, 2017

Poem: “The Star” by Jane Taylor

When the blazing sun is set, And the grass with dew is wet, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

18th Century, Alexander Pope, Uncategorized

January 2, 2016

“Ode on Solitude” by Alexander Pope

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern’dly find Hours, days, and years…

18th Century, Alexander Pope, British Poetry, Christian, Christianity, Religion and Spirituality, Uncategorized

January 1, 2016

“The Christian to His Dying Soul”

O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?

18th Century, America, American, American Poetry, Atlantic, Mid-Atlantic

August 6, 2015

“A Clear Midnight” by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars.

18th Century, African-American, American, American Poetry, Frances E. W. Harper

August 1, 2015

“Blessed Hope” by France E.W. Harper

Oh! crush it not, that hope so blest, Which cheers the fainting heart, And points it to the coming rest, Where sorrow has no part. Tear from my heart each worldly prop, Unbind each earthly string, But to this blest and glorious hope, Oh! let my spirit cling. It cheer’d amid the days of old,…

18th Century, British Poetry, Celebration, England, English, English poetry, European Poetry, UK, United Kingodm

July 31, 2015

“The Lamb” by William Blake

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made…

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