Poems foreverA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,To other thoughts by yonder throstle.
Poems foreverA grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear,A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,Which finds no natural outlet, no relief,In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood,To other thoughts by yonder throstle.
FeedbackHey Ed,The cover story, Cracking the Enigma code was really good and very informative. I love watching WW11 movies and since I also love Benedict Cumberbatch, I had seen The Imitation Game. In the same edition, I liked Grief history of time.
How poets earned moneyIt’s hard to believe, but writers made nothing from their books until the invention of copyright in the 18th century. Instead, they relied on wealthy patrons to make a living. Shakespeare is said to have received an.
As imperceptibly as griefAs imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed away –Too imperceptible at lastTo seem like Perfidy –A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begun,Or Nature spending with herselfSequestered Afternoon –The Dusk drew earlier.