Under the shade of a weeping willow tree In a secluded corner where no-one can see Half-obscured by branches drooping low I take a deep breath, and I let myself go I close my eyes and block out the stress Sigh softly at the breeze’s gentle caress I dig my fingers into the dirt and […]
All single men in the colony must marry within a fortnight of the arrival of the king’s girls. If they don’t, they’ll be denied their precious fur trading licenses. (Loc. 500-501) For today’s post I’ve chosen to write a review for an adventure romance entitled Heaven in His Arms, written by Lisa Ann Verge, which […]
The moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings Across her face of dreams: Her pollen is the April rain, Filling the April streams. Her pollen is eternal life, Endless ambrosial foam. […]
The city had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When between whirls of snow not come to lie And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove A stranger to our yard, who looked the city, Yet did in country fashion in that there He sat and waited till […]
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. […]
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left me to that solitude, which suits Abstruser musings: save that at my side My cradled infant slumbers peacefully. ‘Tis calm indeed! so calm, that it […]
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More welcome notes to weary bands Of […]
19th Century American Fiction Part 1 As time goes by, nature seems to lose the battle against industrialization. In a world that becomes more and more mechanical and materialistic we find a character like Bartleby, one who draws our attention to the fact that people are not brought together by progress, but they are pushed […]
19th Century American Fiction What interests us in this essay is to see the way identity (of the individual and of the state) is described in some of the 19th century stories written in the United States of America. Puritanism and the Civil War are two of the factors that left their mark on the […]
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and […]