{"id":39732,"date":"2014-10-03T19:00:47","date_gmt":"2014-10-03T19:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=39732"},"modified":"2026-04-03T21:46:48","modified_gmt":"2026-04-03T21:46:48","slug":"english-romantic-poets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=39732","title":{"rendered":"Six English Romantic Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>\u00abThe world is wide, no two days are alike, nor even two hours; neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of all the world; and the genuine productions of art, like those of nature, are all distinct from each other.\u00bb\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/art.docuwat.ch\/videos\/great-artists\/great-artists-constable\/?channel_id=0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">John Constable<\/span><\/a> <\/strong>\u00a0(1776 &#8211; 1837)<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/WOYgCmCD3VQ\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a4 \u00a0George Gordon\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poemhunter.com\/i\/ebooks\/pdf\/george_gordon_lord_byron_2012_6.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Lord Byron <\/a>\u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[1788 \u2013 1824]<\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2666\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=73w3wWYjcDk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;She Walks In Beauty&#8217;<\/a> \u00a0\u2193\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Oh81uGnkMqg\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>She walks in beauty, like the night<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of cloudless climes and starry skies;<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And all that\u2019s best of dark and bright<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Meet in her aspect and her eyes;<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Thus mellowed to that tender light<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Which heaven to gaudy day denies.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>One shade the more, one ray the less,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Had half impaired the nameless grace<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Or softly lightens o\u2019er her face;<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Where thoughts serenely sweet express,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And on that cheek, and o\u2019er that brow,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The smiles that win, the tints that glow,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0But tell of days in goodness spent,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>A mind at peace with all below,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A heart whose love is innocent!<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GMsM_zWvWvo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192 <a title=\"YouTube video player\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=zMGjDLzPBbI\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00abWhen we Two Parted\u00bb\u21d0<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"title style-scope ytd-video-primary-info-renderer\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca\u2192\u00a0 \u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=WuJck7LpjQ0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8216;So We\u2019ll Go No More A Roving&#8217;\u00a0<\/a> \u21d3<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/soAw5BWQBvA\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So, we&#8217;ll go no more a roving<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So late into the night,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Though the heart be still as loving,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the moon be still as bright.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>For the sword outwears its sheath,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the soul wears out the breast,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And the heart must pause to breathe,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And love itself have rest.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Though the night was made for loving,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the day returns too soon,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Yet we&#8217;ll go no more a roving<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0By the light of the moon.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5CvibYDSNMM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192\u00a0 [A Song by \u00a0 \u21d1 \u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=pXYodS0HGy0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Leaonard Cohen]<\/a> \u21d0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u03a6\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newfoundlanddog.ca\/lord-byron-and-his-newfoundland-dog-boatswain.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;<\/a><b><a href=\"http:\/\/www.newfoundlanddog.ca\/lord-byron-and-his-newfoundland-dog-boatswain.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Epitaph to a Dog&#8217;<\/a> \u00a0\u21d3<\/b><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00abNear this Spot\u00a0are deposited the Remains of one\u00a0who possessed Beauty without Vanity,\u00a0Strength without Insolence,\u00a0Courage without Ferosity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/GQ6U_gC-eDA\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery\u00a0if inscribed over human Ashes,\u00a0is but a just tribute to the Memory of\u00a0<strong>BOATSWAIN<\/strong>, a DOG,\u00a0who was born in Newfoundland May 1803\u00a0and died at Newstead Nov. 18, 1808.<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0&#8216;Love and Death&#8217;\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 [<\/strong>read by <strong>Rupert Everett]\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MQ2MphahtwM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I watched thee when the foe was at our side,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Ready to strike at him\u2014or thee and me,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Were safety hopeless\u2014rather than divide<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Aught with one loved save love and liberty.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I watched thee on the breakers, when the rock,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Received our prow, and all was storm and fear,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And bade thee cling to me through every shock;<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>This arm would be thy bark, or breast thy bier.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I watched thee when the fever glazed thine eyes,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Yielding my couch and stretched me on the ground<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>When overworn with watching, ne\u2019er to rise<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>From thence if thou an early grave hadst found.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The earthquake came, and rocked the quivering wall,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And men and nature reeled as if with wine.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Whom did I seek around the tottering hall?<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>For thee. Whose safety first provide for? Thine.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And when convulsive throes denied my breath<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The faintest utterance to my fading thought,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>To thee\u2014to thee\u2014e\u2019en in the gasp of death<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>My spirit turned, oh! oftener than it ought.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Thus much and more; and yet thou lov\u2019st me not,<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And never wilt! Love dwells not in our will.<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Nor can I blame thee, though it be my lot<\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>To strongly, wrongly, vainly love thee still.<\/strong><\/div>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a4 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.powershow.com\/view1\/53798-ZDc1Z\/John_Keats_powerpoint_ppt_presentation\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">John Keats<\/a> \u2190\u00a0[1795-1821]<\/h3>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u25ca\u2192 &#8216;<strong><a href=\"http:\/\/lit.genius.com\/John-keats-ode-to-a-nightingale-annotated\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Ode to a Nightingale<\/a>&#8216;\u00a0 \u00a0 \u21d4\u00a0 \u00a0 [<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=2NEtQvIxHaQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">read by Stephen Fry<\/a>]<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0<strong>[by Marianne Faithfull &amp; Warren Ellis]\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HtJxnYo8kGE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p class=\"title style-scope ytd-video-primary-info-renderer\"><strong>\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/360\/6\/154.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">&#8216;A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/1tT-ahVVwwk\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p class=\"title style-scope ytd-video-primary-info-renderer\"><strong>\u2022\u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=EfDqz93TcJE\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Endymion (&#8216;A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever&#8217;)<\/a> \u21d0 <\/strong>[Poetry reading with text]<\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: right;\"><span class=\"watch-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"John Keats - Meg Merrilees. - poem\">\u2207\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=fFeFqVJNXAs\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00abMeg Merrilees\u00bb\u00a0 <\/a><\/span><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"John Keats - Meg Merrilees. - poem\">\u21d3 <\/span><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"John Keats - Meg Merrilees. - poem\">\u00a0[read by Jon Lane]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/PIu7ZHoaNFc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Old Meg she was a Gypsy,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And lived upon the Moors:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Her bed it was the brown heath turf,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And her house was out of doors.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Her apples were swart blackberries,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Her currants pods o&#8217; broom;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Her wine was dew of the wild white rose,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Her book a churchyard tomb.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Her Brothers were the craggy hills,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Her Sisters larchen trees &#8211;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Alone with her great family<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She lived as she did please.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>No breakfast had she many a morn,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>No dinner many a noon,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And &#8216;stead of supper she would stare<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Full hard against the Moon.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>But every morn of woodbine fresh<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She made her garlanding,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And every night the dark glen Yew<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She wove, and she would sing.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And with her fingers, old and brown,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She plaited Mats o&#8217; Rushes,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And gave them to the Cottagers<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She met among the Bushes.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Old Meg was brave as Margaret Queen,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And tall as Amazon:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>An old red blanket cloak she wore;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>A chip-hat had she on.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>God rest her aged bones somewhere &#8211;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>She died full long agone!<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2666\u2192 \u00ab<a href=\"http:\/\/lit.genius.com\/John-keats-to-autumn-annotated\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">To Autumn\u00bb<\/a> \u21d3\u00a0 [Marianne Faithfull &amp; Warren Ellis]\u00a0<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/YzXvU8Zr5gE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><b>\u2666\u2192 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bartleby.com\/126\/55.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">La Belle Dame Sans Merci <\/a>\u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[ballad]<\/b><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Za8I78YkzqY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/N87yGGPEBF8\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Steven Brown reads John Keats. Ever Let the Fancy Roam, Upon a Shore. 1 9 8 9\">\u2207 \u00a0<\/span><strong>\u00a0 <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/180718\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abThe day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!\u00bb<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/zNRQTaIvX6k\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone,<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Bright eyes, accomplish\u2019d shape, and lang\u2019rous waist!<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Faded the flower and all its budded charms,<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise \u2013<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=qpZO40Fv58c\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Vanish\u2019d unseasonably at shut of eve<\/a>.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h3 class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: right;\">\u00a4\u00a0 \u00a0<strong><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley\">Percy Bysshe Shelley\u00a0 \u00a0\u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[1798-1822]\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lJ9BpOd6AWs\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 class=\"title style-scope ytd-video-primary-info-renderer\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca\u2192\u00a0\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=hIP5fnyd8X4\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00a0&#8216;To The Moon&#8217;\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bLdZ1UVGlhI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Art thou pale for weariness<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Wandering companionless<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Among the stars that have a different birth, \u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And ever changing, like a joyless eye<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>That finds no object worth its constancy?<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u21d3\u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=evvyqfXplzU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00abLove\u2019s Philosophy\u00bb\u00a0<\/a> \u2190\u25ca<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/O4Wc1kJJHmc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: left;\"><strong><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Music, When Soft Voices Die by Percy Bysshe Shelley\">\u25ca\u2192\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=FX3WoZbI5lI\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">\u00abMusic, When Soft Voices Die\u00bb\u00a0<\/a> \u21d3\u00a0<\/span><\/strong><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/c2zoYcbxh0k\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"CENTER\" bgcolor=\"#ffffff\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>MUSIC, when soft voices die,<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"1\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Vibrates in the memory;<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"2\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Odours, when sweet violets sicken,<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"3\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Live within the sense they quicken.<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"4\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"5\"><\/a><i>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/i><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Are heap&#8217;d for the belov\u00e8d&#8217;s bed;<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"6\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,<\/strong><\/td>\n<td align=\"right\" valign=\"top\"><strong><a name=\"7\"><\/a><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><strong>Love itself shall slumber on.<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h6 class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222; text-align: right;\"><span class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Percy Bysshe Shelley - 'Adonais', read from by Mick Jagger, 1969\"><strong>\u2666 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/files\/10119\/10119-h\/10119-h.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Adonais&#8217;<\/a>:\u00a0<\/strong><\/span>An Elegy on the Death of John Keats\u00a0\u2193 [excerpt read by <strong>Mick Jagger<\/strong>]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/hDHzVkfASb4\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">[Stanza 29]<br \/>\n<strong>Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>He hath awakened from the dream of life<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>&#8216;Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>With phantoms an unprofitable strife,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And in mad trance, strike with our spirit&#8217;s knife<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Invulnerable nothings. &#8211; We decay<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Convulse us and consume us day by day,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">[Stanza 52 \u00a0. . . ]<br \/>\n<strong>The One remains, the many change and pass;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Heaven&#8217;s light forever shines, Earth&#8217;s shadows fly;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Stains the white radiance of Eternity,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Until Death tramples it to fragments. &#8211; Die,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Follow where all is fled!\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222; text-align: right;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"&quot;Mutability&quot; by Percy Bysshe Shelley\">\u21d3\u00a0 \u00abMutability\u00bb\u00a0<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/dhD3_geRDqM\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soon<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Give various response to each varying blast,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> To whose frail frame no second motion brings<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> One mood or modulation like the last.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>We rest. -A dream has power to poison sleep;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> We rise. -One wandering thought pollutes the day;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>It is the same! -For, be it joy or sorrow,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> The path of its departure still is free:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Man&#8217;s yesterday may ne&#8217;er be like his morrow;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Nought may endure but Mutability.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"font-weight: normal; color: #222222;\"><strong><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title \" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley\">\u0394 \u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=syDGPKtdCMs\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abOzymandias\u00bb<\/a> \u00a0\u21d3<\/span><\/strong><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-eIOD0-fEko\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">I met a traveller from an antique land<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Who said: \u00abTwo vast and trunkless legs of stone<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">And on the pedestal these words appear:<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">&#8216;My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!&#8217;<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<\/span><\/strong><br style=\"color: #252525;\" \/><strong><span style=\"color: #252525;\">The lone and level sands stretch far away<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KRmmzX3GUCk\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/archive.org\/details\/SteinmanWordsworth\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Percy Bysshe Shelley, \u00abTo Wordsworth\u00bb<\/a><\/span>\u21d0<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a4 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?t=144&amp;v=7d1Wlzco16I\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William Wordsworth<\/a> \u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0 [<span style=\"color: #222222;\">1770-1850]<\/span><\/h3>\n<p id=\"page-title\" class=\"page__title title\" style=\"font-weight: 500; color: #000000; text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mN7IVnvwiFw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abOde on Intimations of Immortality \u00ab<\/a><\/strong>\u21d0 [from &#8216;Recollections of Early Childhood&#8217;]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/mPnpZm3Wlt4\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6>\u2207\u00a0 \u00a0&#8216;The Rainbow&#8217;\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 &#8216;My heart leaps up when I behold&#8230;&#8217;<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/wCSDuyKiL7o\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2666 \u00a0Catherine Z Jones reads\u00a0 \u21d3 \u00a0 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=e7XcZekPf98\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abDaffodils\u00bb<\/a><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ucMFli1qa0c\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<i><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>I wandered lonely as a cloud &#8211;\u00a0That floats on high o&#8217;er vales and hills,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>When all at once I saw a crowd, \u00a0A host, of golden daffodils;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Beside the lake, beneath the trees,\u00a0Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Continuous as the stars that shine &#8211;\u00a0And twinkle on the milky way,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>They stretched in never-ending line\u00a0Along the margin of a bay:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Ten thousand saw I at a glance,\u00a0Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>The waves beside them danced; but they out-did the sparkling waves in glee:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>A poet could not but be gay,\u00a0In such a jocund company:<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I gazed&#8211;and gazed&#8211;but little thought what wealth the show to me had brought:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood,<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>They flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And then my heart with pleasure fills,\u00a0And dances with the daffodils.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6>\u2022\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/poets.org\/poem\/xxix-surprised-joy-impatient-wind\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\"> &#8216;Surprised By Joy&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0[Marianne Faithfull &amp; Warren Ellis ]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/c0KPacNDY84\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>Surprised by joy\u2014impatient as the Wind<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I turned to share the transport\u2014Oh! with whom<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But Thee, long buried in the silent Tomb,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>That spot which no vicissitude can find?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>But how could I forget thee?\u2014Through what power,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Even for the least division of an hour,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Have I been so beguiled as to be blind<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>To my most grievous loss!\u2014That thought\u2019s return<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Knowing my heart\u2019s best treasure was no more;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>That neither present time, nor years unborn<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2663 \u00a03 Poems by <strong>William Wordsworth<\/strong>\u00a0\u21d3 \u00a0[Artwork by <strong>Samuel Palmer<\/strong>]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/YswVozzvZ3o\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>01 &#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.theguardian.com\/books\/booksblog\/2012\/mar\/12\/poem-week-early-spring-william-wordsworth\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Lines Written in Early Spring<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>02 &#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetrycat.com\/william-wordsworth\/to-the-planet-venus#.U7v-HI1_v7U\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">To the Planet Venus<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>03 &#8211;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/174791\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Inspiration in Boyhood and Early Youth<\/a>\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a4\u00a0 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=zj9FEzKYGo4\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Samuel Taylor Coleridge<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0 [1772-1834]<\/h3>\n<h5><span style=\"font-size: 0.83em;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poets\/samuel-taylor-coleridge\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-35876\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/enthusiasm.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"142\" height=\"176\" \/><\/a>\u2022 \u00a0The Rime of the Ancient Mariner \u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/173253\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-15428\" src=\"http:\/\/www.englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Coleridge.gif\" alt=\"Coleridge\" width=\"115\" height=\"170\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Coleridge.gif 115w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/11\/Coleridge-101x150.gif 101w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 115px) 100vw, 115px\" \/><\/a><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">For killing an albatross, the mariner and his crew are punished with drought and death. Amidst a series of supernatural events, the mariner\u2019s life alone is spared and he repents, but he must wander the earth and tell his tale with the lesson that \u201call things great and small\u201d are important. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0[Gesine]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0Read \u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/173253\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><br \/>\n<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u25ca \u00a0Listen \u00a0\u2193 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00a0Parts I &#8211; III<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/RGH4p4z4s5A\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe>&#8211; Voices:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2022\u00a0Richard Burton<\/strong> &#8211; the mariner \u00a0\u00a0<strong>\u2022\u00a0Robert Hardy<\/strong> &#8211; the wedding guest \u00a0 <strong>\u2022\u00a0John Neville<\/strong> &#8211; narrator<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=1Aa1Fj9pPYI\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Parts \u00a0IV &#8211; V<\/a> \u21d0 \u00a0 \u00a0\/ \u00a0 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0\u2022 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Tp7q6o7Z3rw\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Parts VI &#8211; VII<\/a>\u00a0\u21d0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca \u00a0Rime of the Ancient Mariner \u00a0 \u2193 \u00a0Orson Welles<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"><em id=\"__mceDel\"> <iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oRGnoFf2cZQ\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/em><\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>Larry Jordan<\/strong>&#8216;s 1977 experimental film \u2191\u00a0using animated engravings of <strong>Gustave Dore<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" class=\"yt\" style=\"color: #222222;\"><span id=\"eow-title\" class=\"watch-title long-title yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" title=\"Richard Burton reads Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poem 'Frost at Midnight'.\">\u2666\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poem\/173242\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Frost at Midnight&#8217;<\/a>\u00a0\u21d3 [read by Richard Burton]<\/span><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/o9K7BmjUnkw\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div id=\"poem-top\" class=\"tab-content active\" style=\"color: #000000;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a4 \u00a0&#8216;Kubla Khan&#8217;<\/strong> \u00a0&#8211; An unfinished poem inspired by a dream which Samuel Taylor Coleridge had in about 1797. According to a story told by Coleridge himself in his introduction to the poem, he was staying at a cottage in a countryside when he fell into a deep sleep and saw the entire poem written out for him in a dream. When he awoke he found that he could still see the text in his mind and immediately started writing it down. Unfortunately, Coleridge had written just the 54 lines when he was interrupted by someone visiting on urgent business from the nearby village of Porlock. Although Coleridge and his visitor had a conversation lasting more than an hour to this day nobody knows who he (or she?) was, or what they spoke about. But when Coleridge returned to his desk, he found that the rest of the poem had vanished from his memory. Since then, a <strong>&#8216;Person from Porlock&#8217;<\/strong> is a humorous term used to describe an unwelcome interruption to creative work.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/AK5EcMxuQzk\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n<i><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><i>Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.<\/i><\/p>\n<div id=\"poem\" class=\"tab-content active\" style=\"color: #000000;\">\n<div class=\"poem\" style=\"color: #505050;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">In Xanadu did Kubla Khan<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">A stately pleasure-dome decree:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Where Alph, the sacred river, ran<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Through caverns measureless to man<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Down to a sunless sea.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">So twice five miles of fertile ground<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">With walls and towers were girdled round;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And here were forests ancient as the hills,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">A savage place! as holy and enchanted<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">As e\u2019er beneath a waning moon was haunted<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">By woman wailing for her demon-lover!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">A mighty fountain momently was forced:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher\u2019s flail:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It flung up momently the sacred river.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Five miles meandering with a mazy motion<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Then reached the caverns measureless to man,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And \u2019mid this tumult Kubla heard from far<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Ancestral voices prophesying war!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The shadow of the dome of pleasure<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Floated midway on the waves;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Where was heard the mingled measure<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0From the fountain and the caves.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">It was a miracle of rare device,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A damsel with a dulcimer<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In a vision once I saw:<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It was an Abyssinian maid<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And on her dulcimer she played,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Singing of Mount Abora.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Could I revive within me<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Her symphony and song,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To such a deep delight \u2019twould win me,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">That with music loud and long,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">I would build that dome in air,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">That sunny dome! those caves of ice!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And all who heard should see them there,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And all should cry, Beware! Beware!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">His flashing eyes, his floating hair!<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">Weave a circle round him thrice,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And close your eyes with holy dread<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">For he on honey-dew hath fed,<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">And drunk the milk of Paradise.<\/div>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00f7<\/strong><\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u00a4\u00a0 \u00a0 <a title=\"W_Blake\" href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=v3hQXQ5_zCM\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William Blake<\/a>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u21d3\u00a0 \u00a0 [1757-1827]<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Sk_geYnyuOk\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div id=\"watch-description-clip\">\n<div id=\"watch-description-text\">\n<p id=\"eow-description\" style=\"text-align: justify;\">The words of <strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/bio\/william-blake\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William Blake<\/a><\/strong>&#8216;s \u00ab<strong>London<\/strong>\u00ab, set to an original composition by <strong>Michael Griffin<\/strong>, and featuring the artwork of <strong>George Morton-Clark.<\/strong> All instruments and lead vocals by Michael Griffin. Background vocals by Eden Blue Griffin \u00a0\u2193<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a style=\"font-size: 9.600000381469727px; font-weight: bold; text-align: start;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=bAkEyFbGjTc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-36687\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Blake_London.jpg\" alt=\"Blake_London\" width=\"292\" height=\"214\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Blake_London.jpg 233w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/Blake_London-150x109.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 292px) 100vw, 292px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div id=\"poem\">\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">I wander thro&#8217; each charter&#8217;d street,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">Near where the charter&#8217;d Thames does flow.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">And mark in every face I meet<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">Marks of weakness, marks of woe.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>In every cry of every Man,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>In every Infant&#8217;s cry of fear,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>In every voice: in every ban,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>The mind-forg&#8217;d manacles <\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>I hear<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">How the Chimney-sweepers cry<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">Every blackning Church appalls,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">And the hapless Soldiers sigh<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">Runs in blood down Palace walls<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">But most thro&#8217; midnight streets I hear<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">How the youthful Harlots curse<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">Blasts the new-born Infants tear<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse<\/address>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\">\u2663 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=yzHa3mi2CwQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abThe Tyger\u00bb<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u21d3<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/QSLjYScyaBo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tyger Tyger, burning bright,\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>In the forests of the night;\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>What immortal hand or eye,\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Could frame thy fearful symmetry?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">In what distant deeps or skies.\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Burnt the fire of thine eyes?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">On what wings dare he aspire?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">What the hand, dare seize the fire?<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And what shoulder, &amp; what art,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Could twist the sinews of thy heart?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And when thy heart began to beat,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">What dread hand? &amp; what dread feet?<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">What the hammer? what the chain,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">In what furnace was thy brain?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">What the anvil? what dread grasp,\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Dare its deadly terrors clasp!\u00a0<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">When the stars threw down their spears\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And water&#8217;d heaven with their tears:\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Did he smile his work to see?<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Did he who made the Lamb make thee?<\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tyger Tyger burning bright . . .<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<\/div>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?t=104&amp;v=h6avqJDRiYY\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-46743\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/GardenofLove.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"267\" height=\"167\" \/><\/a><\/address>\n<div id=\"poem\">\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\"><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>\u2666 &#8216;Proverbs of Hell&#8217;<\/strong> \u00a0\u2193\u00a0[From \u00abThe Marriage of Heaven and Hell\u00bb] read by <strong>Marilyn Manson<\/strong>_2011<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EBkbWzv3TIU\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The cut worm forgives the plow.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Dip him in the river who loves water.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">A dead body, revenges not injuries.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The most sublime act is to set another before you.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">If the fool would persist in his folly he&#8217;d become wise.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Folly is the cloke of knavery ~\u00a0Shame is Prides cloke.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Prisons are built with stones of Law ~\u00a0Brothels with bricks of Religion.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The pride of the peacock is the glory of God ~\u00a0The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God ~\u00a0The nakedness of woman is the work of God.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">What is now proved was once, only imagin&#8217;d.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">One thought, fills immensity.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Every thing possible to be believ&#8217;d is an image of truth.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Expect poison from the standing water.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Listen to the fools reproach!\u00a0 \u00a0It is a kingly title!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The weak in courage is strong in cunning.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00a0The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands &amp; \u00a0feet Proportion.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">The crow wish&#8217;d every thing was black, the owl, that everything was white.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Exuberance is Beauty.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00a0Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ&#8217;d.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Enough! or Too much!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/www.online-literature.com\/blake\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">http:\/\/www.online-literature.com\/blake\/\u21d0<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=A-x87gWZKd8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">\u00abA Poison Tree\u00bb<\/a>\u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[Gerg Brown]<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/5ixoY1e3GSI\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I was angry with my friend:<br \/>\nI told my <strong>wrath<\/strong>, my <strong>wrath<\/strong> did end.<br \/>\nI was angry with my <strong>foe<\/strong>:<br \/>\nI told it not, my wrath did grow.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And I watered it in fears,<br \/>\nNight and morning with my tears;<br \/>\nAnd I sunned it with smiles,<br \/>\nAnd with soft <strong>deceitful wiles<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And it grew both day and night,<br \/>\nTill it <strong>bore<\/strong> an apple bright.<br \/>\nAnd my foe <strong>beheld<\/strong> it shine.<br \/>\nAnd he knew that it was mine,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And into my garden <strong>stole<\/strong><br \/>\nWhen the night had <strong>veiled the pole<\/strong>;<br \/>\nIn the morning glad I see<br \/>\nMy foe outstretched beneath the tree.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">A poison Tree\u00a0 . . .\u00a0 A poison Tree\u00a0 &#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/lCDp-Q_rv_I\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211;Glossary&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;\u00ad<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>wrath<\/strong> (n) &#8211; great anger; fury often marked by a desire for vengeance<\/p>\n<p><strong>foe<\/strong> (n) &#8212; enemy<\/p>\n<p><strong>deceitful<\/strong> (a) &#8212; full of (misleading) lies; \u00a0 \u00a0<strong>wiles<\/strong> (npl) &#8211; trickery intended to persuade someone to do something, especially in the form of insincere charm or flattery<\/p>\n<p>bear (<strong>bore<\/strong>\u00a0&#8211; borne) (v) &#8212; to carry; to give birth to.<\/p>\n<p>behold (<strong>beheld<\/strong>\u00a0&#8211; beheld) (v)- to perceive; notice<\/p>\n<p>steal (<strong>stole<\/strong>\u00a0&#8211; stolen) (v) sneak: to move quietly, especially in the hope of not being seen or caught<\/p>\n<p><strong>veil<\/strong> (v) to cover\/hide; \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <strong>the pole<\/strong> &#8212; the north star<\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\">\u2666\u00a0\u00abMilton A Poem\u00bb\u00a0\u2193 &#8216;I&#8217;ll Find My Way Home&#8217;<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/cfc2YVYi3kg\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>You ask me where to begin<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Am I so lost in my sin<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>You ask me where did I fall<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I&#8217;ll say I can&#8217;t tell you when<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But if my spirit is lost<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>How will I find what is near<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Don&#8217;t question I&#8217;m not alone<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Somehow I&#8217;ll find my way home<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>My sun shall rise in the east<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>So shall my heart be at peace<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And if you&#8217;re asking me when<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I&#8217;ll say it starts at the end<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>You know your will to be free<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Is matched with love secretly<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And talk will alter your prayer<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Somehow you&#8217;ll find you are there<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Your friend is close by your side<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And speaks in far ancient tongue<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>A season&#8217;s wish will come true<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>All seasons begin with you<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>One world &#8212; we all come from<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>One world &#8212; we melt into one<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Just hold my hand and we&#8217;re there<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Somehow we&#8217;re going somewhere<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Somehow we&#8217;re going somewhere<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>[Instrumental Interlude]<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>You ask me where to begin<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Am I so lost in my sin<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>You ask me where did I fall<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I&#8217;ll say I can&#8217;t tell you when<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But if my spirit is strong<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I know it can&#8217;t be long<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>No questions I&#8217;m not alone<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Sometime I&#8217;ll find my way home<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Somehow I&#8217;ll find my way home . . .<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u2666\u2192 \u00ab<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=VfXvRJo8Yss#t=27\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Songs of Innocence<\/a>\u00bb\u00a0 \u21d3\u00b7 \u00b7 \u00b7 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=TBy4XTO259g#t=342\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Jah Wobble\u2190<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qgIJMCJRYzs\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><em>(Songs of Innocence&#8230;) \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><strong>&#8216;THE LITTLE BOY LOST&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Father, father, where are you going?<br \/>\nO do not walk so fast!<br \/>\nSpeak, father, speak to your little boy,<br \/>\nOr else I shall be lost.\u2019<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The night was dark, no father was there,<br \/>\nThe child was wet with dew;<br \/>\nThe mire was deep, and the child did weep,<br \/>\nAnd away the vapour flew.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>(Songs of Innocence&#8230;) \u00a0&#8216;THE LITTLE BOY FOUND&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The little boy lost in the lonely fen,<br \/>\nLed by the wandering light,<br \/>\nBegan to cry, but God, ever nigh,<br \/>\nAppeared like his father, in white.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">He kissed the child, and by the hand led,<br \/>\nAnd to his mother brought,<br \/>\nWho in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,<br \/>\nHer little boy weeping sought.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>(Songs of Innocence&#8230;) \u2026 &#8216;A CRADLE SONG&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8230; Sweet babe, in thy face<a href=\"http:\/\/www.gailgastfield.com\/innocence\/soi.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-44244\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/SongsofI.jpg\" alt=\"SongsofI\" width=\"174\" height=\"250\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/SongsofI.jpg 148w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/10\/SongsofI-104x150.jpg 104w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 174px) 100vw, 174px\" \/><\/a><br \/>\nHoly image I can trace;<br \/>\nSweet babe, once like thee<br \/>\nThy Maker lay, and wept for me:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Wept for me, for thee, for all,<br \/>\nWhen He was an infant small.<br \/>\nThou His image ever see,<br \/>\nHeavenly face that smiles on thee!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em><strong>Songs of Innocence&#8230;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u25ca \u00a0&#8216;Night&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[voice:\u00a0Petra Marklund]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VZ4xcIsPDiM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">The sun descending in the west,<br \/>\nThe evening star does shine;<br \/>\nThe birds are silent in their nest,<br \/>\nAnd I must seek for mine.<br \/>\nThe moon, like a flower,<br \/>\nIn heaven&#8217;s high bower,<br \/>\nWith silent delight<br \/>\nSits and smiles on the night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Farewell, green fields and happy groves,<br \/>\nWhere flocks have took delight.<br \/>\nWhere lambs have nibbled, silent moves<br \/>\nThe feet of angels bright;<br \/>\nUnseen they pour blessing,<br \/>\nAnd joy without ceasing,<br \/>\nOn each bud and blossom,<br \/>\nAnd each sleeping bosom.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">They look in every thoughtless nest,<br \/>\nWhere birds are covered warm;<br \/>\nThey visit caves of every beast,<br \/>\nTo keep them all from harm.<br \/>\nIf they see any weeping<br \/>\nThat should have been sleeping,<br \/>\nThey pour sleep on their head,<br \/>\nAnd sit down by their bed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">When wolves and tigers howl for prey,<br \/>\nThey pitying stand and weep;<br \/>\nSeeking to drive their thirst away,<br \/>\nAnd keep them from the sheep.<br \/>\nBut if they rush dreadful,<br \/>\nThe angels, most heedful,<br \/>\nReceive each mild spirit,<br \/>\nNew worlds to inherit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And there the lion&#8217;s ruddy eyes<br \/>\nShall flow with tears of gold,<br \/>\nAnd pitying the tender cries,<br \/>\nAnd walking round the fold,<br \/>\nSaying, \u00abWrath, by His meekness,<br \/>\nAnd, by His health, sickness<br \/>\nIs driven away<br \/>\nFrom our immortal day.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00abAnd now beside thee, bleating lamb,<br \/>\nI can lie down and sleep;<br \/>\nOr think on Him who bore thy name,<br \/>\nGraze after thee and weep.<br \/>\nFor, washed in life&#8217;s river,<br \/>\nMy bright mane for ever<br \/>\nShall shine like the gold<br \/>\nAs I guard o&#8217;er the fold.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.gailgastfield.com\/experience\/soe.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-46744\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/soe_wb.jpg\" alt=\"soe_wb\" width=\"218\" height=\"177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/soe_wb.jpg 249w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/soe_wb-150x122.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 218px) 100vw, 218px\" \/><\/a>\u2022\u2192 <\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=aPvyid4lrlk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong>W. Blake&#8217;s Laughing Song<\/strong>\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0by\u00a0Irene Zolotukhin &#8211; (Ha, ha he!)<\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00ab&#8230;Come live, and be merry, and join with me,<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: right;\">To sing the sweet chorus of &#8216;Ha, ha, he!&#8217;<\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?t=125&amp;v=DrkEIGITDLQ\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">William Blake&#8217;s Illustrated Bible <\/a>\u21d0<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u21d3 \u00a0 Illustrations to Dante&#8217;s \u00abDivine Comedy\u00bb<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/PtqHyXcSzxc\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 id=\"watch-headline-title\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\u25ca \u00a0Illustrations to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/bio\/thomas-gray\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Thomas Gray&#8217;s Poems<\/a>\u00a0\u00a0\u21d3<\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/MDHI4pNYSVU\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><b>\u2022\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?t=58&amp;v=fphqP7zHwpk\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Visual Art of William Blake\u00a0<\/a>\u21d0\u00a0\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> \u00abThe world is wide, no two days are alike, nor even two hours; neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of all the world; and the genuine productions of art, like those of nature, are all distinct from each other.\u00bb <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2192 John Constable (1776 &#8211; 1837)<\/p>\n<p> [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":39746,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[288],"tags":[70,200,299],"class_list":["post-39732","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem","tag-e_video","tag-documentary","tag-blighty","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39732","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/28"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=39732"}],"version-history":[{"count":90,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39732\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56003,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39732\/revisions\/56003"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/39746"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=39732"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=39732"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=39732"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}