The poem showed great intensity of feeling.
This is a poem full of ambiguity.
This is another familiar and strange feature of this poem.
After all, nobody knows what the poem means anyway!
The poem is a joyous affirmation of the power of love.
A poem is a form of refrigeration that stops language going bad.
But there's something else that needs to be purged, and the poem recognizes that even more profoundly.
From his poem and essays,we could see that he was quite familiar with Leng Yan Sutra.
The very structure, in fact, of Milton's poem here is what Dr. Johnson would be obliged to call a remote allusion.
It's a poem which begins, "I have heard that hysterical women say they are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow, of poets that are always gay..."
The poem beginning This world is sweet was the one he considered to be the keynote of the whole series and so he placed it at the beginning of the volume.
And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem.
His summary prosifies the poem.
Let me conclude by just pointing to another poem, a late poem, "Directive," a poem published in 1947.
The last two lines of this poem don't rhyme properly.
The girl repeated the poem after I had read it twice.
It was not until some time after his death that the publication in which the poem appeared was printed and a copy given to our family. Our father never saw this poem in print.
Maybe it's a poem or a journal entry or a significant trinket that means something to the giver.
Love is a lamp, which illuminates the distance in the dark. Love is a poem, the heart that is warm and thirst in the cold.
His poem ends: Promise, I pray, that someday when task done, we go back farming, we'11 surely rent a plot of ground and as paring neighbors let's live.
The researches try to reach the conclusion that women of the Ching dynasty also appear the intelligence and interpretation in their poem discussing the public achievement such as history or academic learning, and such results could provide some opinions in the domain of feminism literary study.
I croon this poem in delight.
The poem outline Dai Wangshu, is so many charming.
Enthroned on that seat of stone I wrote a poem Magnatari (the sunken boat).
He's actually claiming that this poem had been prophetic, that Lycidas foretold the ruin of the clergy.
All the stories, one day, will be yellowed on the years' plain, a little poem, a little poem, not for the exaggerating of the heart, nor for who to remember, only for the light color of the year, learning tolerance and gratitude.
Thank you for your sincere encouragement. Thank you for the help you gave me in the last days. Thank you for the kind advice you gave me on the eve of my lost graduation. Thank you for the short poem I wrote to me in my high school life.
This poem has the distinctive flavour of a ballad.
Srikantha Babu was convinced that my father would be overjoyed at such a perfect gem of a devotional poem.
While in England I began another poem, which I went on with during my journey home, and finished after my return.
The poem has six stanzas.
The movement of the body releases a poem and then confirms its rhythmic identity.
We are always looking forward to an unintentional essay that lives as exquisite, romantic and sentimental as a poem, and suddenly discovered a classic in a certain place when it is inadvertently, and unconsciously added to it.
The poem represents a kind of as does the short poem, "a Coat" represents a kind of ascetic move, an active imaginative and rhetorical stripping-down.
Although most familiar as the hard-riding hero of Longfellow's poem, Paul Revere's claims to historical significance rest even more on his talent as a craftsman and on his industrial perspicacity.
The poet Sergei Esenin – who called himself a hooligan – had hanged himself in room five in 1925, leaving a farewell poem written in his own blood.
Her latest poem has remarkable depth.
In the eighteenth century, a poet named Mark Akenside wrote a long poem called the Pleasures of the Imagination, and in this poem there is the line "the great creator raised his plastic arm."
