“Come, oh sweet Death, and deliver me from my neighbours who looked upon me as a stranger because I interpret to them the language of the angels. Hurry, oh peaceful…
The oft-quoted, famous lines from one of the founders of what is known as English Romanticism, William Wordsworth's The Prelude (Book Ten), cited above, alludes to the opening of a…
The poem runs: I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The…
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