Leave your books behind and come forth outdoors into the world of Nature, so urges Wordsworth to his sister Dorothy on the first mild day of March. With the onset of Spring there is a joy pervading all Nature, throbbing with new life after the bleak bareness of winter. The harbinger of Sprng is the... Sign in to see full entry.
Many of the English hymnodist William Cowper’s poems are a mental record of his mood swings of severe depression. He yearned that his torrid love affair with his first cousin Theodora be culminated in marriage. It could not, because of his father’s strong opposition to an unsociable alliance. This... Sign in to see full entry.
In the Puranas, the Hindu books of the ancient age, is mentioned the story of Savitri, who was married to Satyavan, despite knowing as per the astrological predictions that he was destined to an early death. She was given a victor-on-death mantra Mrityunjaya, by Anusuya, the wife of the great sage... Sign in to see full entry.
Don't ya think that my comment to shamasehar should be converted into a full post? The fact that one takes The first step Is also the end of a journey Journey is never as important As it is taking that first step A lantern shows ten steps Take that And you see another ten Then another ten And so on... Sign in to see full entry.
There was once a playful fly who With an intent for amusement Bit rather tight on the shiny Inviting pate of a cocky bald gent Screaming, Oh you b****** The dude landed on his head a crashing slap Dodging, mocked the fly Serves you right, and with glee I clap At your foolery questing for vengeance... Sign in to see full entry.
Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy... Sign in to see full entry.
Two disciples, serious practitioners both, so goes the Zen story Ate of two bowls the one; his brother, of only one bone china The same food served at their revered monk’s monastery Pale and shriveled shrank one, the other, grew to a wiry hyena Worried and wearied asked he of his friend “Tell me O... Sign in to see full entry.
It was as idyllic as a sunny Sunday could be, the surrounding treelines and the tiny specks of clouds in the otherwise clear skies seemed as if undulating in a soft breeze, the temperature hovering around an amiably soothing 72 degree Fahrenheit, promised a perfect day to go frolicking in happy... Sign in to see full entry.
Wordsworth’s poem “ The Old Cumberland Beggar ” was composed in 1798 and published in Lyrical Ballads (1800 edition). It is a touching narrative of kindness keeping a shell of a man alive; while also an exhortation against the legislative measures to get beggars into poorhouses. Scoffing at the... Sign in to see full entry.
Of the five Lucy poems composed by Wordsworth four were printed in Lyrical Ballads of 1800. These four poems, all in the lyrical vein, are sober meditations on the death or apprehension of death of a girl who was the object of a deep and tender love. The love is not impassioned but meditated in... Sign in to see full entry.