"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore" by William Shakespeare

 

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end,

Each changing place with that which goes before

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,

Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight

And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.

And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

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Who wrote the poem "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore"?

William Shakespeare (April 26, 1564 – April 23, 1616)

William Shakespeare was an English playwright, poet, and actor of the Renaissance era. He is regarded as the greatest writer in the English language, often called England's national poet and the "Bard of Avon." Few public records remain about his private life, causing speculations about his physical appearances, sexuality, religious beliefs and the authorship of some of his works. His works demonstrate a wide range of human emotions and conflicts, touching so many people's minds throughout the world for over 400 years.

"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore" explanation

In the poem, the speaker discusses the power of time to create and destroy everything, including the beauty of youth. Yet, he declares the power of his writing will withstand the test of time. This poem is number 60 of 126 Fair Youth sequence of sonnets by Shakespeare, devoted to a young, beautiful man.

 

"Happiness" by Hermann Hesse

Happiness

As long as you chase happiness,

you are not ready to be happy,

even if you owned everything.

 

As long as you lament a loss,

run after prizes in restless races,

you have not yet known peace.

 

But when you have moved beyond desire,

become a stranger to your goals and longings

and call no longer on happiness by name,

 

then your heart rises calmly

above the ebb and flow of action

and peace has reached your soul.

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Who wrote the poem "Happiness"?

Hermann Hesse (July 2, 1877 – August 9, 1962)

Hermann Hesse was a German-born Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1946. His works were deeply influenced by Eastern mysticism and explored such themes as individuals’ search for authenticity, identity, and spirituality.

"Happiness" explanation

Happiness is a fleeting state of mind and not a destination nor goal in itself. You will have happiness and inner peace only when you pursue a meaningful goal in your life and be grateful for what you already have instead of complaining of what you don’t have.

"Autumn" by John Clare

 

Autumn

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes

 The casement all the day

And from the mossy elm tree takes

 The faded leaf away

Twirling it by the window-pane

With thousand others down the lane

 

I love to see the shaking twig

 Dance till the shut of eve

The sparrow on the cottage rig

 Whose chirp would make believe

That spring was just now flirting by

In summers lap with flowers to lie

 

I love to see the cottage smoke

 Curl upwards through the naked trees

The pigeons nestled round the coat

 On dull November days like these

The cock upon the dung-hill crowing

The mill sails on the heath a-going

 

The feather from the ravens breast

 Falls on the stubble lea

The acorns near the old crows nest

 Fall pattering down the tree

The grunting pigs that wait for all

Scramble and hurry where they fall

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Who wrote the poem "Autumn"?

John Clare (July 13, 1793 – May 20, 1864)

John Clare was an English poet. As the son of a poor farm labourer, he received little formal education, and malnutrition from childhood may have contributed to his five-foot stature and poor physical health in later life. His works often celebrate the natural world and rural life and his love for his wife Patty and his childhood lover, Mary Joyce. Although his first book, Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery (1820), published in an attempt to stop his parents’ eviction from their home, became popular to readers and critics, Clare struggled as a writer for most of his life. His works were reevaluated in the late 20^th century, and he is now considered as a major 19^th century poet.

"Autumn" explanation

In the poem, the poet describes the sights and sounds of nature in autumn using unique metaphors. 

"Autumn Rain" by D. H. Lawrence

 

Autumn Rain

The plane leaves

fall black and wet

on the lawn;

 

the cloud sheaves

in heaven’s fields set

droop and are drawn

 

in falling seeds of rain;

the seed of heaven

on my face

 

falling — I hear again

like echoes even

that softly pace

 

heaven’s muffled floor,

the winds that tread

out all the grain

 

of tears, the store

harvested

in the sheaves of pain

 

caught up aloft:

the sheaves of dead

men that are slain

 

now winnowed soft

on the floor of heaven;

manna invisible

 

of all the pain

here to us given;

finely divisible

falling as rain.

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Who wrote the poem "Autumn Rain"?

David Herbert Lawrence (September 11, 1885 – March 2, 1930)

D. H. Lawrence was an English novelist, poet, essayist, and playwright. His works dealt with modernity, industrialization, sexuality, and instinct. His novels Sons and Lovers, The Rainbow, and Lady Chatterley’s Lover concerned such controversial topics as gay and lesbian relationships. Although, due to his peculiar artistic style, he had to experience persecution and often was disgraced as a mere pornographer, some critics praise him for his artistic talents, integrity, and moral seriousness.

"Autumn Rain" explanation

The speaker depicts falling autumn rain vividly and somberly, using various imagery and metaphors. The poem was written in Autumn 1916 and published in February, 1917. The dark shadows of World War I may be looming behind the reference to ‘dead/ men that are slain’ and ‘heaven’s fields’ (perhaps referring to the Elysian Fields, the place reserved for heroes fallen nobly in battle in Greek mythology).

"A Minor Bird" by Robert Frost

 

A Minor Bird

 

I have wished a bird would fly away,

And not sing by my house all day;

 

Have clapped my hands at him from the door

When it seemed as if I could bear no more.

 

The fault must partly have been in me.

The bird was not to blame for his key.

 

And of course there must be something wrong

In wanting to silence any song.

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Who wrote the poem "A Minor Bird"?

Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)

Robert Frost was an American poet who was born in San Francisco, California. Frost’s life was marked by grief and loss. When he was 11, his father died of tuberculosis, leaving just eight dollars. Frost’s mother died of cancer when he was 26. Mental illness ran in his family. He and his mother suffered from depression, and his sister and his daughter were committed to mental hospitals. Using realistic depictions of rural life, his poems often examined complex social and philosophical themes. Frost’s first book was published at the age of 40, but he ended up winning four Pulitzer Prizes for poetry and becoming the most famous poet of his time.

"A Minor Bird" explanation

In the poem, the speaker is irritated by a “minor” bird’s song and tries to drive it away by clapping at it. Soon, he realizes that the bird is not to blame for its singing and it’s wrong to silence any song. The poet perhaps is suggesting that it’s wrong to suppress the voices of the weak and less important.

"I Am The Autumnal Sun" by Henry David Thoreau

 

I Am The Autumnal Sun

Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature

— not his Father but his Mother stirs

within him, and he becomes immortal with her

immortality. From time to time she claims

kindredship with us, and some globule

from her veins steals up into our own.

 

I am the autumnal sun,

With autumn gales my race is run;

When will the hazel put forth its flowers,

Or the grape ripen under my bowers?

When will the harvest or the hunter's moon

Turn my midnight into mid-noon?

I am all sere and yellow,

And to my core mellow.

The mast is dropping within my woods,

The winter is lurking within my moods,

And the rustling of the withered leaf

Is the constant music of my grief…

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Who wrote the poem "I Am The Autumnal Sun"?

Henry David Thoreau (July 12, 1817 – May 6, 1862)

Henry David Thoreau was an American poet, essayist, naturalist, and philosopher. He was a leading transcendentalist and is best known for this book “Walden,” a personal reflection upon simple living in nature. His writings display a unique combination of a poetic sensibility, philosophical austerity, and attention to practical detail. Thoreau was a lifelong abolitionist, and he pioneered modern-day environmentalism. His political philosophy of civil disobedience, which argued for disobedience to an unjust state, later greatly influenced such historical figures as Leo Tolstoy, Mahatma Gandhi, and Martin Luther King Jr. He died of tuberculosis at 44.

"I Am The Autumnal Sun" explanation

In the poem, the speaker declares metaphorically himself the Autumnal Sun and is feeling sorrowful because the season is changing. The poem was written in 1849, during Thoreau’s Walden years. Some interpret it as the poet’s lamenting getting old. Others relate it to Transcendentalism and the poet’s desire to know and become one with the world.

"The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore

 

The Last Rose of Summer 

‘Tis the last rose of Summer,

Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rose-bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes

Or give sigh for sigh!

 

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,

To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

Go sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter

Thy leaves o’er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden

Lie scentless and dead.

 

So soon may I follow,

When friendships decay,

And from Love’s shining circle

The gems drop away!

When true hearts lie withered,

And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

This bleak world alone?

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Who wrote the poem "The Last Rose of Summer"?

Thomas Moore (May 28, 1779 – February 25, 1852)

 

Thomas Moore was an Irish writer, poet, composer, lyricist, and political propagandist. He was known for bringing popular Irish culture to English audience by setting English verse to old Irish tunes. He was a close friend of Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley. He was also famous for burning Byron’s memoirs (with the publisher John Murray), presumably to protect Byron.

"The Last Rose of Summer" explanation

Moore wrote this poem in 1805, reportedly inspired by a specimen of Rosa ‘Old Blush.’ The poem was set to a traditional Irish tune called “The Young Man’s Dream.” The poem and the tune were published in 1813 in Moore’s A Selection of Irish Melodies.

"Stages" by Hermann Hesse

 

Stages

As every flower fades and as all youth

Departs, so life at every stage,

So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,

Blooms in its day and may not last forever.

Since life may summon us at every age

Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,

Be ready bravely and without remorse

To find new light that old ties cannot give.

In all beginnings dwells a magic force

For guarding us and helping us to live.

 

Serenely let us move to distant places

And let no sentiments of home detain us.

The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us

But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.

If we accept a home of our own making,

Familiar habit makes for indolence.

We must prepare for parting and leave-taking

Or else remain the slaves of permanence.

 

Even the hour of our death may send

Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,

And life may summon us to newer races.

So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

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Who wrote the poem "Stages"?

Hermann Hesse (July 2, 1877 – August 9, 1962)

Hermann Hesse was a German-born Swiss poet, novelist, and painter. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1946. His works were deeply influenced by Eastern mysticism and explored such themes as individuals’ search for authenticity, identity, and spirituality.

"Stages" explanation

In the poem, the speaker suggests that death is nothing but a stage we all eventually go through and beyond. Therefore we should prepare for it, and when the time comes, we should accept it without fear or obsession.