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WeirdLitWorlds: Women in Horror Month is in full swing! Have a bite-sized horror snack and stay for the whole lunch. Today's entry for classic horror poetry is THE WITCH by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge.
MrsMMissy: Two forms of darkness are there. One is Night...
And one is Blindness.
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Doubt
Tullie23: March poetry thread!
No Newspapers by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
quietgirl7319: Come Home! - Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy's in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
Come home, my love, and think no wrong!
iswearenglish: The Witch Poem by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge - Summary Analysis - The Witch by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
1861 – 1907
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.
SafetyMentalst: From "Larghetto" by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge:
Did the world in arms
Cry to me, "Stay!"
Not a moment then
Would I delay.
PhilosopherDogg: Two forms of darkness are there. One is Night…
And one is Blindness. ~ Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
kapildhavale602: I have forged me in sevenfold heats
A shield from foes and lovers,
And no one knows the heart that beats
Beneath the shield that covers.
- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
The Shield
DeadPoetsDaily: The Witch on Dead Poets Daily
uofkdance: We are preparing for the University Dance Co. Fall Concert. Intensive rehearsals w/ guest choreographer Kristopher Estes-Brown are underway. He will present his new contemporary work titled Shade of a Shadow, which is a line from a Mary Elizabeth Coleridge poem, Nov. 11-13.
HogwartsProf: Beatrice Groves has written a Hogwarts Professor Guest Post!
Ink-Bottles, Anodos and Anomie: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge and the epigraphs of Ink Black Heart. This is the first of three posts by Beatrice in the run up to publication day.
ColinMylrea: currently leaning towards some kind of Samuel Taylor / Mary Elizabeth Coleridge continuum.
neotheguppy: “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
HogwartsProf: Rowling Tweets First Ink Black Heart Epigraph -- from a poet named Coleridge, but not that one!
jk_rowling: I'll give you the epigraph for chapter one:
'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
plastic_bio: Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?—Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, ThouShalt not forget!
- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
orpheus_laments: Come Home! by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
plastic_bio: Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?—Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, ThouShalt not forget!
- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
plastic_bio: Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?—Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, ThouShalt not forget!
- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
gsignoret: I saw a stable, low and very bare
by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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.
ArielPoets: Her lips were open ⎼⎼ not a sound
came through the parted lines of red.
Whatever it was, the hideous wound
in silence and in secret bled.
No sigh relieved her speechless woe,
she had no voice to speak her dread.
—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.
Image: Beatrice Elvery (1883-1970), The Child Jesus and Virgin Mary.
poetrybyheart: 'The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan...'
Mary Elizabeth Coleridge's wintry 'The Witch' is our Poem of The Week!
dmit131: Poem of the Day 2 November 2021 - Marriage BY MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking, Thy dreams divided, thy prayers in twain; Thy merry sisters tonight forsaking, Never shall we see, maiden, again. Never shall...
MelanieJaxn: She came—she came—and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.
-Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
PatchLimb: ‘Quote of the Day’: a poem
“But the dreams their children dreamed
Fleeting, unsubstantial, vain,
Shadowy as the shadows seemed,
Airy nothing, as they deemed,
These remain.”
- second verse of ‘Egypt’s Might is Tumbled’ by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
dmit131: Poem of the Day 21 August 2021 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...
LoveCarousel: Marriage by Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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! >
levistahl: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge.
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
1_acekid: Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
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...
