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“A sister is like yourself in a different movie, a movie that stars you in a different life.” — Deborah Tannen “Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the hear — oh tucked ...
"Two little poems – 'My Mother', and 'The Star', are perhaps, more frequently quoted than any. The first, a lyric of life, was by Ann, the second, of nature, by Jane; and they illustrate this difference between the sisters." [3] Both poems attracted the compliment of frequent parody throughout the 19th century.
Vernon Watkins Selected Verse Translations with an Essay on the Translation of Poetry (1977) The Ballad of the Outer Dark and Other Poems (1979, Enitharmon Press) The Breaking of the Wave (1979, Golgonooza Press) The Collected Poems of Vernon Watkins (1986) - reprinted as paperback Golgonooza Press, 2000 and 2005 ISBN 0-903880-73-3
We are Seven" is a poem written by William Wordsworth and published in his Lyrical Ballads. It describes a discussion between an adult poetic speaker and a "little cottage girl" about the number of brothers and sisters who dwell with her. The poem turns on the question of whether to account two dead siblings as part of the family.
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"Lines" is a poem written by English writer Emily Brontë (1818–1848) in December 1837. It is understood that the poem was written in the Haworth parsonage, two years after Brontë had left Roe Head, where she was unable to settle as a pupil. At that time, she had already lived through the death of her mother and two of her sisters.
Dorothy Mae Ann Wordsworth (25 December 1771 – 25 January 1855) was an English author, poet, and diarist. She was the sister of the Romantic poet William Wordsworth, and the two were close all their adult lives.
Wordsworth's voice slowly disappears from the poems as they progress, and his voice is entirely absent from the fifth poem. His love operates on the subconscious level, and he relates to Lucy more as a spirit of nature than as a human being. [41] The poet's grief is private, and he is unable to fully explain its source. [42]