Walter Raleigh. Arms of Raleigh family: Gules, five fusils conjoined in bend argent Raleigh was born to a Protestant family in Devon, the son of Walter Raleigh and Catherine Champernowne.
Little is known of his early life, though he spent some time in Ireland, in Killua Castle, Clonmellon, County Westmeath, taking part in the suppression of rebellions and participating in the Siege of Smerwick. Later, he became a landlord of property confiscated from the native Irish. He rose rapidly in the favour of Queen Elizabeth I and was knighted in 1585. Instrumental in the English colonisation of North America, Raleigh was granted a royal patent to explore Virginia, which paved the way for future English settlements. “Evening” by Reiner Maria Rilke in Two Translations.
EVENINGSlowly now the evening changes his garments held for him by a rim of ancient trees; you gaze: and the landscape divides and leaves you, one sinking and one rising toward the sky.And you are left, to none belonging wholly, not so dark as a silent house, nor quite so surely pledged unto eternity as that which grows to star and climbs the night.To you is left (unspeakably confused) your life, gigantic, ripening, full of fears, so that it, now hemmed in, now grasping all, is changed in you by turns to stone and stars.translated by Edward SnowII. PoemHunter.Com - Thousands of poems and poets.. Poetry Search Engine. Poet Seers - Poem of the Day. THE NIGHT BY ALEXANDER SERGEYEVICH PUSHKIN. Robin Williams was Family. Above: “Disney’s touching tribute to Robin Williams, from their FB page this morning.”
“But oh, to be free.” Robin Williams was Family. (5 Scenes I’ll Remember For the rest of my Life) Update: Robin Williams, quoted in the NY Times, on his appreciation for life’s brevity a few years back after he went through heart surgery. “You appreciate little things,” he said in an interview in The New York Times, “like walks on the beach with a defibrillator.”More seriously, Mr.
Williams said he had reassessed himself as a performer. Awesome!: A Poem. Think of everything you’ve called Awesome!
How can you be a writer and know so few words? How can you be a lover and know so few moves? Shane Koyczan - Poems. Poems from the book Visting Hours: 6:59 AM by Shane Koyczan I’ve been told that people in the army do more by 7:00 am than I do in an entire day.
Shakespeare's Sonnets. Her Strange Angels: in search of stranger angels. They are the voice in your deepest psyche beckoning, calling out to you to follow.
They are the primal instinctual self that pulls on your deepest question, Her Strange Angels. The Complete poems of Edgar Allan Poe, by Edgar Allan Poe : A Dream Within a Dream. A Dream Within a Dream (1849) “A Dream Within A Dream” was first published in 1849, the year of Poe’s death, and asks if all life is really a dream.
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — :zenhabits. Poetry: Poems by the classic masters. Throwing Away the Alarm Clock by Charles Bukowski. Share my father always said, "early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
" SPIRITUALITY: Hafiz. Poetry from a Sufi master A Tethered Falcon My heart sits on the Arm of God Like a tethered falcon Suddenly unhooded.
I am now blessedly crazed Because my Master's Astounding Effulgence Is in constant view. My piercing eyes, Which have searched every world For Tenderness and Love, Now lock on the Royal Target-- The Wild Holy One Whose Beauty Illuminates Existence. My soul endures a magnificent longing. Shakespeare's poems at AbsoluteShakespeare.com. William Shakespeare's poems are recognized by many as classics in the genre.
From "A Lover's Complaint" to "Venus and Adonis", Shakespeare's poems have been rivaled but rarely surpassed and as such, they have remained popular with poets and readers alike. Text: Craig, W.J., ed. May Sarton – Now I Become Myself. By PoetryGrrrl on January 28, 2014 May Sarton - Now I Become Myself Now I become myself. It's taken Time, many years and places, I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people's faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, "hurry, you will be dead before -----" (What? Before you reach the morning? Poetry. Poetry of Nazim Hikmet Ran.
I carry your heart. Do not stand at my grave and weep. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren, a newspaper columnist. Full text Do not stand at my grave and weep,