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lancaster_words: An eerie beginning to Wednesday with Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's The Witches Wood.

BARS_DigiEvents: This roundtable looks at how form impacted on and was knowingly used to express ideologies and politics in texts by Lord Byron, Mary Shelley, Elizabeth Inchbald, Frances Burney, and S.T. Coleridge.

ofapurplewitch: - The Witch,Mary Elizabeth Coleridge.

das_fliederchen: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, The Witch

LoveCarousel: No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking, Thy dreams divided, thy prayers in twain; - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

MalikAshiii: The Other Side of a Mirror I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and gay, That erst were found reflected there – The vision of a woman, wild With more than womanly despair... -Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

MichaelGreenspa: Something beautiful. Based on a poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. The lake lay blue below the hill. O'er it, as I looked, there flew Across the waters, cold and still, A bird whose wings were palest blue. The sky above was blue at last,

sam_chaise: I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger. The safety of the world was lying there, And the world's danger. --Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

NGIreland: The picture was printed and hand-coloured by artists at the Cuala Press in 1910 and sold as a popular Christmas card, featuring poetry by the British novelist Mary Elizabeth Coleridge.

LoveCarousel: Marriage by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

lancaster_words: We start Tuesday with Gifts by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, novelist, essayist and poet. "She travelled each year to the Continent, and by 19 knew German, French, Italian, and Hebrew; later, she learned Greek and Latin." Gifts, indeed.

ara_moon_: to memory — mary elizabeth coleridge

dutageje: Thy dreams divided, thy prayers in twain - sepenggal poem karya Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

datwriterhelen: ...Her voice was the voice that women have Who plead for their heart's desire. She came - she came - and the quivering flame Sunk and died in the fire. - THE WITCH By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

lindseyislamee: The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, A Moment

Faust89823700: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge - I Ask Of Thee, Love, Nothing But Relief I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief. Thou canst not bring the old days back again; For I was happy then, Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief.

choirplace: An SATB setting of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's poem "The Bluebird" by Joy DeCoursey-Porter, Composer

Faust89823700: The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

RiviasHunter: Jealousy By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge ‘The myrtle bush grew shady Down by the ford.’ ‘Is it even so?’ said my lady. ‘Even so!’ said my lord. ‘The leaves are set too thick together For the point of a sword. ‘The arras in your room hangs close, No light between! >

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JayAlanRickard: The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

prospectivemonk: writing an urban fantasy gay age gap thing for my collection based on mary elizabeth coleridge's poem "The Witch"

jennasulecki: A short list of surprising things that have already made me cry today: 1. Losing a key chain my ex gave me over 5 years ago 2. Helping a caterpillar climb a small sand dune at the beach 3. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge’s “The Other Side of the Mirror” Thank you have a nice day!

derri_lewis: featuring my short and sweet setting of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's 'A Moment' ☀️ I can't wait!!!

MelanieJaxn: I have wandered over the fruitful earth, But I never came here before. Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door. -Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

megmcdermott92: Dust art thou, and to dust again returnest, A spark of fire within a beating clod. Should that be infinite for which thou burnest? Must it be God? - “Self-Question” by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

MissCat_CC: The Witch (1893) Mary Elizabeth Coleridge I have walked a great while over the snow, And I am not tall nor strong. My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set, And the way was hard and long. I have wandered over the…

MelanieJaxn: Her lips were open - not a sound Came though the parted lines of red, Whate'er it was, the hideous wound In silence and secret bled. No sigh relieved her speechless woe, She had no voice to speak her dread. -Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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2020Poems: 04.30.20 “A Moment” by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907) The last stanza gets me.

prospectivemonk: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's poem "The Mirror" is a poem for trans psychotics preoccupied with womanhood im claiming that

MichaelGreenspa: I find this heartrendingly beautiful. Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, set to music by Charles Villiers Stanford.

hayxsmith: My work: "Rabbit Pie" by Hayden Smith:

SonnyNox: “ We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East. ” (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge)

Fem_Scribblers: Featuring Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, Dorothy Wordsworth, & Elizabeth Siddal

vskath: "How often one talks not to hear what the other person has got to say, but to hear what one has got to say oneself." - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Themallschool: In their drama lesson yesterday, one of our Y4 classes were looking at the poem The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. Over the coming weeks they are going to be be creating their own scripts and puppet shows to bring the poem to life. Watch out for the videos after half term!

Faust89823700: The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

GoffJames56: Spotlight Poetry – Poem of the day by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

FredrikKbg1: "We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a woman with the West in her eyes, And a man with his back to the East" Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, 1861-1907

Anapnoi1: "Her lips were open – not a sound / Came though the parted lines of red, / Whate'er it was, the hideous wound / In silence and secret bled." - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, from The Other Side of a Mirror

RaumZeitSein: "To Autumn"/"Ode on Melancholy"by John Keats and"A Moment"by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. With Karol Szymanowski "Symphonies"/"Love Songs of Hafiz"(Sir Simon Rattle) and Jean Sibelius "Symphonies No.5/No.7"(Herbert von Karajan) I wish you a romantically sensually relaxing weekend.

barbmilne: 'The Witch' Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (1861-1907)

nkyv_: "In all the ages this can never be, As if it not had been." (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge, A Moment)

junaye_: I stood in front of my mirror days ago, Calling upon a vacant perspective, Far from the appearance joyful & carefree, The past was mirrored here- Perceptions of she, free With enhanced desperation of a woman. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge ( The Other Side Of the Mirror)

NealeKanisha: The clouds had made a crimson crown Above the mountains high. The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if it had not been. - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

jezuztron: what if my witch was Mary Elizabeth Coleridge?

XwhosCom: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (Novelist) Born: London, United Kingdom Date of birth: 1861-09-23

lucubrations: Poem of the Day 6/17 A Moment by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Lobatopepe: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge.

50yearsofhurt: Where , to me, is the loss - Of the scenes they saw - of the sounds they heard; A butterfly flits across, - Or a bird; The moss is growing on the wall, - I heard the leaf of the poppy fall. Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

pputrien: "...in her lurid eyes there shone The dying flame of life's desire, Made mad because its hope was gone,..." -Mary E...

StStephenEC4N: Sunshine let it be or frost, Storm or calm, as Thou shalt choose; Though Thine every gift were lost, Thee Thyself w...

o_franco_aleman: Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And hold your breath between? In all the ages this can never be As if i...

RichA37365972: Come Home! (I) by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge When wintry winds are no more heard, And joy's in every bosom, When...



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