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POETRY IN OUR LIFE
“ The
crown of literature is Poetry. It
is its end and aim. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.” W.Somerset Maugham
William Shakespeare
The
date of birth:
23 April ,1564
The place of birth:
Stratford Upon Avon, the UK
The date of death:
23 April ,1616
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade
George Gordon Byron
The date of birth:
22 January ,1788
The place of birth:
London, England
The date of death:
19 April ,1824
She walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face
The date of birth:
4
March,1948
The place of birth:
Los Angeles , the USA
To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence
I who am dead a thousands years
And wrote this sweet archaic song,
Send you my words for messengers
The way I shall not pass along.
I care not if you bridge the seas,
Or ride secure the cruel sky,
Or build consummate palaces
Of metal or of masonry.
William Blake
The
date of birth :
28 November, 1757
The place of birth:
London, Great Britain
The date of death:
12 August ,1827
Love’s Secret
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!
Robert Lee Frost
The date of birth:
26 March,1874
The place of birth :
San Francisco, the USA
The date of death:
29 January ,1963
Dust Of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The date of
birth:
27 February ,1807
The
place of birth:
Portland, the USA
The date of death:
24 March ,1882
At the door on summer evenings,
Sat the little Hiawatha;
Heard the whispering of the pine – trees,
Sounds of music, words of wonder …
William Wordsworth
The date of birth:
:
7 April ,1770
The place of birth:
The UK
The date of death:
23 April ,1850
Upon Westminister Bridge
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The date of birth:
10 December,
1830
The place of birth:
The USA
The date of death:
15 May,1886
“There is no Frigate like a book
To take up, lands away
Nor any Courses like a page
Of Prancing Poetry “
The date of birth:
23
June ,1889
The place of birth:
Bolshoy Fontan near Odessa
The date of death:
5 March ,1966
My Way
One goes in straightforward ways,
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.
But I do go -- and woe is there --
By a way nor straight, nor broad,
But into never and nowhere,
Like trains -- off the railroad.
Marina Tsvetaeva
The date of birth:
26 September ,1892
The place of birth:
Moscow
The date of death:
31 August ,1941
Ты , меня любивший дольше
Времени. – Десницы взмах ! –
Ты меня не любишь больше :
Истина в пяти словах.
Michael Lermontov
The date
of birth:
15 October, 1814
The place of birth:
Moscow
The date of death:
27 July,1841
« О милый мой ! Не утаю,
Что я тебя люблю,
Люблю как вольную струю,
Люблю как жизнь мою … »