Cherish your memories.
Tag: 19th century poets
Daffy-down-dilly is come up to town, / In her yellow petticoat and her green gown.
Some poets live to regret having written wildly successful poems…
Well known, for good reason. If you are mourning, it helps to think of things this way.
Neither dash nor dot means anything; it is the difference between that makes the Morse code possible.
This English poet with the Italian name was a painter as well as a poet.
Legends of the wee little men persist everywhere, but the Irish have known to be particularly attuned to the presence of the good folk.
Open wide the door, friends: The New Year is knocking.
Longfellow, for one, did not seem to associate Chaucer with the sounds and smells of 14th century London.
November is a good time to ponder things. Memento mori.
