Poets and Poetry

Posts in The Copybook tagged ‘Poets and Poetry’

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King Arthur’s Last Request Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The legendary British warrior makes ready for his final journey, leaving Sir Bedivere with one last duty to perform.

‘The Passing of Arthur’ is the last of twelve poems forming ‘The Idylls of the King’ by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Mortally wounded in his victory over Mordred, Arthur now prepares to depart for the Isle of Avilion (Avalon), and has some last words of counsel for Sir Bedivere, the only surviving Knight of the Round Table.

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‘Get Up!’ Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey’s short poem evokes the last goodbye a Northumberland miner made each morning.

Northumberland miner Joseph Skipsey (1832-1903) won praise for his poetry from such famous names as Oscar Wilde and Alfred, Lord Tennyson. He could evoke in a few lines the harsh life of a northern collier, and the dangers and tragedies he faced every day.

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The Pitman Poet Clay Lane

Joseph Skipsey taught himself to read and write by candlelight, hundreds of feet below ground in a Northumberland pit.

Joseph Skipsey (1832-1903) taught himself to read and write down a Northumberland pit when he was just seven. He subsequently became a nationally-recognised poet, praised by Wilde and Tennyson, but it was an art born of hardship and personal tragedy.

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‘My Shadow’ Robert Louis Stevenson

An enduringly popular poem by the author of ‘Treasure Island’.

Robert Louis Stevenson, better known today for ‘Treasure Island’ and ‘Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde’, first published ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses’ in 1885. He uses simple rhymes and a ‘rum-ti-tum’ rhythm to create a sense of childhood innocence, though he does not by any means romanticise childhood, and many poems in the set are tinged with sorrow.

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A Farewell Charles Kingsley

A last goodbye breathes promise of a merry meeting.

A dying parent gives one last piece of advice to a beloved daughter.

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The Rainbow William Wordsworth

God’s covenant of love is a fresh joy every time it appears.

William Wordsworth never lost his childhood delight in a rainbow: it was a kind of legacy from his youth to his maturity, from the time when (in his belief) the soul remembers the God who made it more clearly.

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