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WHY are you sad when the sky is blue?
Why, when the sun shines bright for you? And the birds are singing, and all the air Is sweet with the flowers everywhere? If life have thorns, it has roses too. Be wise and be merry. Tis half untrue Your doleful song. You have work to do. If the work be good, and the world so fair, Why are you sad?
Lifes sorrows are many, its joys so few!
Let the dismal crew Of black thoughts bide in their doleful lair. Give us glad songs; sing us free from care. Gladness maketh the world anew. Why are you sad? Why am I sad when the sky is blue? You ask, 0 friend, and I answer you I love the sun and the balmy air, The flowers and glad things everywhere.
Ask the world so fair Why I am sad. For me glad hours are no wise few. But life is so seriousship and crew Bound such a voyage to deaths dark lair.
My work is my happy song: LONG years ago he bore me to a land beyond the sea, To a city fair and stately, that renowned must ever be, Through all ages yet to follow, for the light shed there by me. I am Helen; where is Troy? They have told me not a rooftree, nor a wall is standing now, That oerthrown is the great altar, where ten thousand once did bow, While on high to Aphrodite rose the solemn hymn and vow.
Do they deem that thus the story of my life will pass away?The two poems 'A London Fete' by Coventry Patmore and 'Clever Tom Clinch Going to be Hanged' by the poet Jonathan Swift both share the theme and the horror of public execution, although each poem has a different focus point.
Coventry Patmore Poems: Back to Poems Page: Departure by Coventry Patmore. It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my Love, repent Of how, that July afternoon, You went, With sudden, unintelligible phrase, And frighten'd eye.
George the Poet grew up in a tough London estate and turned from rapping to poetry as a student at Cambridge. Photograph: Antonio Olmos I’ve been writing poems for 10 years. It started with rap.
I-Like-Rhymes - Fete means fair/gala Fate means destiny Hangings were done in public and were turned into "galas". This "could have been" real Top poems List all More by Coventry Patmore. A LONDON FETE, by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE Poem Text Poet's Biography First Line: All night fell hammers, shock on shock Last Line: Went forth to fight, with murderous faces.
a comparison of the poems a london fete by george patmore and clever tom clinch going to be hanged b; man is an architect of his own fate; critical response to kermodes the genesis of secrecy essay.