Alfred Lord Tennyson's Poetry". 5 December 2004. Archived from the original on 5 December 2004 . Retrieved 16 April 2019. A war with reason you would wage To be amused for your short span, Until your children's heritage Is claimed for China by Japan. All the other gates and poems within them stated such good points and meanings that we can all learn to appreciate the nature of spiritual poetry. I find it as a therapy to help one open their eyes to more possibilities that they may have been blinded by.

The amnesiacwho tunes into a new neighborhood,having misplaced the past,having thrown out someone else'scredit cards and monogrammed watch,would understand. drags him down all his life." This poem make me thing about the young men of today's society. The ones going down the wrong path of life, but refuse to change because in their mind, that is all they know. Even they hit the bottom, like going to jail or prison, or even losing loved ones or everything they have, they will continue down the wrong path. Too scared and too ashamed to take say yes to the right path.With his brethren, every one a famous foe! The long-whiskered Doctor, that laugheth the rules to scorn, While the bowler, pitched against him, bans the day he was born; And G.F. with his science makes the fairest length forlorn; List; Or Omnium-gatherum Of Diversity Into Unity You'll rejoice at how many kinds of **** there are:gosling **** (which J.

Next they came to a lake where laytwelve boats with twelve enchanted princeswaiting to row them to the underground castle. The youngest heard the branch breakand said, Oof! Who goes there?But the oldest said, Those arethe royal trumpets playing triumphantly. Store guns and ammunition first, Build forts and warlike factories, Sink bores and tanks where drought is worst, Give over time to industries. To Be Amused You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling mad, Australia races to her doom. As was his habit, he sent this gem to his circle of friends and some time later (so the story goes) rang one of them, his fellow-dramatist David Hare, to see if he had received it. Hare confirmed that he had.Try I will; no harm in trying: Wonder 'tis how little mirth Keeps the bones of man from lying On the bed of earth. It's a philosophy of life, of course,drinks fluorescent, whips of syntax in the airabove the heads -- how small they seem from here,the bobbing universal heads, stuffing the void with eloquence,and also tiny merciless dartsof truth. Stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding treasure says “Ah!”but the treasure’s the essence: In Hopkins “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire,” it is as if he were conducting a class in the perfect utilization of prosody and alliteration, so rhapsodically sonorous are his rhymes. And lo and behold, while we are yet basking and bathing in the lush cornucopia of sounds, the poet has provided for our amusement, we are rewarded for our attention, with the noblest of sentiments hidden behind his words so fitly spoken. They danced until morning and the sun came upnaked and angry and so they returnedby the same strange route.