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werewolfetone · 2 years
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RIP to all the Romantics. You would have loved tumblr
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apoemaday · 2 years
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I Have Thoughts That Are Fed by the Sun
by William Wordsworth
I have thoughts that are fed by the sun:     The things which I see     Are welcome to me,     Welcome every one--     I do not wish to lie          Dead, dead, Dead, without any company.     Here alone on my bed With thoughts that are fed by the sun, And hopes that are welcome every one,     Happy am I.
Oh life there is about thee A deep delicious peace; I would not be without thee,     Stay, oh stay! Yet be thou ever as now-- Sweetness and breath, with the quiet of death-- Be but thou ever as now,     Peace, peace, peace.
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araekniarchive · 3 years
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Can you do a webweave about being kind simply because you can?
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Christian Nestell Bovee, Intuitions and Summaries of Thought
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@chaoticsandstorm, we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it
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William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
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Henry James (attrib.)
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Aesop, Aesop’s Fables: The Lion and The Mouse
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A girl uses her umbrella to protect a stray dog during monsoon rains in Mumbai (x)
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Doctor Who (2005–) 10x12: The Doctor Falls
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Mary Oliver, Dogfish
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lillyli-74 · 2 years
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I had melancholy thoughts...
a strangeness in my mind,
A feeling that I was not for that hour,
Nor for that place.
~William Wordsworth
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artfully-wayward · 4 years
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William Wordsworth, Book VI: The Church-Yard Among the Mountains, from The Excursion (1814)
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That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth
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macrolit · 2 years
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Literary history that happened on 21 December
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adventuresofalgy · 2 years
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Spring had arrived at last, and although the air and wind were still cold, there was a quality of warmth in the vernal sunshine which Algy had not felt for six months or more - not to mention an enormous increase in the quantity and intensity of light, which was almost too bright to contemplate after the endless months of dreary darkness under perpetual rain clouds.
Few creatures could resist the joys of such a spring day, and Algy and his little green dragon friend were no exception. When they saw a large clump of daffodils opening their petals in the sun they rushed towards them and revelled in the glory of the golden trumpets.
As Algy watched his friend inspect the unfamiliar flowers, he was delighted to observe that there were several bumblebees buzzing around them, and all the birds of the vicinity were helping to celebrate the coming of spring in their own individual voices. Some only managed a chirrup or a tweet, and some proclaimed their opinions with an incessant “widgy widgy widgy widgy widgy”, but for a moment Algy caught the beautiful sound of the first skylark of the season, singing in the heavens, and he smiled a very large fluffy bird smile.
Resting on the mossy ground under the daffodils, it was inevitable that Algy was reminded of Wordsworth’s famous verses, for, like the poet, he “could not but be gay in such a jocund company”...  although, basking in the sunshine with the little green dragon beside him, Algy was neither wandering nor feeling the slightest bit lonely.
So he hopes you will forgive him if he repeats the often-quoted poem once more for the sake of his dragon friend, for he suspects that the funny wee creature may not have had the usual advantages of a literary education when young 🐉😉🌼
I wander'd lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: - A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company! I gazed - and gazed - but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
[Algy is of course quoting the famous poem Daffodils by the 19th century English poet William Wordsworth.]
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werewolfetone · 3 years
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People in the 1800s were so fucking dramatic. They’d write a letter like “my dear, dear, dear, dear friend, I have coughed once, so I am now going to Die. Goodbye dear friend, tell my family I love them, and also, I conveniently cannot come to your social engagement this Friday ;)”
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Me, explaining to my Mum why I’m failing Science: Can’t you see? it’s a protest against the industrial revolution! I am making the Romantic Poets proud!
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le-aesthete-cafe · 2 years
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“Feelings too of unremembered pleasure.”
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Tintern Abbey
[. . .] and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once [. . .]. (ll. 116-120) ― “Tintern Abbey,” William Wordsworth
An excerpt from: “Tintern Abbey” by William Wordsworth
Masterlist
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oblivionhotel · 3 years
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fully annotated hardcover of The Progress of Poetry found at the local second hand book store
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shelleysbysshe · 3 years
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Y’all know this story, right?
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literary references in songwriting
the lakes, taylor swift & the prelude, william wordsworth / the only thing, sufjan stevens & oedipus rex, sophocles / nina cried power, hozier & allegory of the cave, plato / ivy, taylor swift & compassion, miller williams / the only thing, sufjan stevens & prayer journals, flannery o'connor / the shrine, fleet foxes & the lake isle of innisfree, william butler yeats
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beforevenice · 3 years
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We live by admiration, hope and love.
// William Wordsworth
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wwwordsworth · 2 years
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https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/85862743
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