Who is Lizette Woodworth ReeseLizette Woodworth Reese (January 9, 1856 – December 17, 1935) was an American poet and teacher.
Reese was born in Maryland. She taught English for almost five decades in the schools of Baltimore.
She developed, even in her childhood, a strong and vigorous faculty with lyrics. As an adult, her creations were commended by critics in Europe and the United States. In her use of the sonnet, Reese displayed skill and facility of execution. Her sonnet entitled "Tears" was characterized as having a pure John Miltonic note, above all in the preluding lines. This form of verse afforded a rich and stimulating field for Reese's rhythmic and metric capabilities. Among her published works, the strongest and most appealing include: "A Branch of May"; "A Handful of Lavend...
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Lizette Woodworth Reese Poems
- The Good Joan
A long the thousand roads of France,
Now there, and here, swift as a glance,
A cloud, a mist blown down the sky,
Good Joan of Arc goes riding by. ...
- A Christmas Folk-song
The little Jesus came to town;
The wind blew up, the wind blew down;
Out in the street the wind was bold;
Now who would house Him from the cold? ...
- A Rhyme Of Death's Inn
A rhyme of good Death's inn!
My love came to that door;
And she had need of many things,
The way had been so sore. ...
- Thomas à? Kempis
Brother of mine, good monk with cowlÃ«d head,
Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled,
And pacing thy green close beyond the sea,
I send my heart to thee....
- A Violin At Dusk
Stumble to silence, all you uneasy things,
That pack the day with bluster and with fret.
For here is music at each window set;
Here is a cup which drips with all the springs...
Top 10 most used topics by Lizette Woodworth ReeseLong 12 Love 10 Wind 10 I Love You 10 Sweet 10 Rose 10 Grass 9 Good 8 Sea 8 Room 8
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- Book_addict: happy birthday to poet and teacher lizette woodworth reese (january 9, 1856), author of "white april" (1930) and many other works.
- Literaryrob: a wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun: on the death of lizette woodworth reese, december 17, 1935, and her poem "tears" --
- Naan8_8: the old faiths light their candles all about, but burly truth comes by and puts them out. lizette woodworth reese
- Poetsorg: the air is full of hot rank scents. upon the hill drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still. —lizette woodworth reese
- Naturalcalendar: lizette woodworth reese draws a comparison between verbascum and a neglected partner - both are too ordinary, too ever-present, too already-won, to be noticed. (i really really think she deserved someone who appreciated her more, don't you?).