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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: THE SECOND COMING
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Tuesday, May 31, 2011. Turning and turning in the widening gyre. The falcon cannot hear the falconer;. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;. Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,. The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere. The ceremony of innocence is drowned;. The best lack all conviction, while the worst. Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand;. Surely the Second Coming is at hand. Hardly are those words out. May 22, 2012 at 10:43 PM.
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Sunday, March 20, 2011. Break, Break, Break. By Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Break,1 break, break,. On thy cold gray stones, O2 Sea! And I would3 that my tongue could utter. The thoughts that arise in me.1. O, well for the fisherman's boy,. That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad,. That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on. To their haven under the hill;. But O for the touch of a vanished hand,. Break, break, break,. These comments...
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: We and They
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Thursday, April 7, 2011. Father and Mother, and Me,. Sister and Auntie say. All the people like us are We,. And every one else is They. And They live over the sea,. While We live over the way,. But-would you believe it? They look upon We. As only a sort of They! We eat pork and beef. They who gobble Their rice off a leaf,. Are horrified out of Their lives;. While they who live up a tree,. And feast on grubs and clay,. As a simply disgusting They! We shoot birds with a gun.
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Sunday, March 27, 2011. To feel the fog in my throat,. The mist in my face,. When the snows begin, and the blasts denote. I am nearing the place,. The power of the night, the press of the storm,. The post of the foe;. Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,. Yet the strong man must go:. For the journey is done and the summit attained,. And the barriers fall,. Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,. The reward of it all. The best and the last! Browning...
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Tuesday, May 31, 2011. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night. Do not go gentle into that good night,. Old age should burn and rave at close of day;. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,. Because their words had forked no lightning they. Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright. Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. This p...
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: Dolce et Decorum est
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Tuesday, April 12, 2011. Dolce et Decorum est. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,. Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,. Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs. And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots. But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;. Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots. Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. An ecstasy of fumbling,. But he says that to ...
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: Dover Beach
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Sunday, April 3, 2011. The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair. Upon the straits; on the French coast the light. Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand;. Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray. Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,. You hear the grating roar. Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,. At their return, up the high strand,. This poem...
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Sunday, March 20, 2011. Tears, Idle Tears. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,. Tears from the depth of some divine despair. Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,. In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,. And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,. That brings our friends up from the underworld,. Sad as the last which reddens over one. That sinks with all we love below the verge;. To dying ears, when unto dying eyes.
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE: Felix Randal
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Wednesday, April 6, 2011. By: Gerard Manley Hopkins. FELIX RANDAL the farrier, O he is dead then? My duty all ended,. Who have watched his mould of man, big-boned and hardy-handsome. Pining, pining, till time when reason rambled in it and some. Fatal four disorders, fleshed there, all contended? Sickness broke him. Impatient he cursed at first, but mended. Being anointed and all; though a heavenlier heart began some. Months earlier, since I had our sweet reprieve and ransom.
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE
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ENGLISH POETRY IN PALESTINE. Monday, March 21, 2011. That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,. Looking as if she were alive. I call. That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf's hands. Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will't please you sit and look at her? Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read. Strangers like you that pictured countenance,. The depth and passion of its earnest glance,. But to myself they turned (since none puts by. The curtain I have drawn for you, but I). Too soon made glad,.
