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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

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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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Dusk In June
 by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,-
Oh let me like the birds
...

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