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This is equally beautiful and badass.

Thank you for sharing this.

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I wish I could remember it etlone recite it

The first poem I ever learned off by heart

His voice is so rare.

Transporting. All things for The Maiden Of Mount Ida.

This makes me think of Edson Range... if you know what I'm talkin' about.

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Romantic twaddle

His voice is so relaxing 🤤

I sang this poem in college and it still stays with me, I hum it often

Found you

I am here from a HFY story of the same name. It's a short sci-fi story, 'humans are space orcs' stuff. It was a future where we learned our lesson the hard way. We left one person as the grave keeper for the solar system, honoring the dead of any found drifting in space.

Yooo....I guess I'm the only one in 2024

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Beautiful

One is reassured by poetry

Pass the buck.

I wonder if we know who Jane was , her full name for starters.

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout, With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, Observe his honor, or his grace, Or the king's real, or his stampèd face Contemplate; what you will, approve, So you will let me love. Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love? What merchant’s ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veins fill Add one more to the plaguy bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love. Call us what you will, we are made such by love; Call her one, me another fly, We're tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find the eagle and the dove. The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it. So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit. We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love. We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no piece of chronicle we prove, We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms; As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs, And by these hymns, all shall approve Us canonized for Love. And thus invoke us: “You, whom reverend love Made one another’s hermitage; You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage; Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove Into the glasses of your eyes (So made such mirrors, and such spies, That they did all to you epitomize) Countries, towns, courts: beg from above A pattern of your love!”

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Brialliant, utterly brilliant, your McGonagall readings bring me great joy <3

thankyou

I've been memorizing the sixty-three poems from this book, and I believe this poem is the longest. I count 511 words, or almost twice the length of the Gettysburg Address. After going over this so many times, I think I better understand what Housman meant.

HMB has a song that uses the poem as lyrics. It's wonderfully chilling and dark. Can't find any reference to it online, just the poem.

My auntie Eunice Baxter said "Some spat o'er his grave, some danced o'er his grave, but I knelt down and prayed o'er his grave. And that was the end of me owd pal Micky Thump. "

Merci Monsieur, votre voix est si jolie ( your voice makes us fall in love) Thank you from France (Paris) I 🙏

#wewillrememberthem #lestweforget 🌺

No 174 in The New Oxford Book of English Verse but written by Anon! Nice to hear 3 extra verses, must be a later discovery after this anthology was published 1972😀

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I love the voice of Tom o'Bedlam. It gives depth to every poem.

Thank you so much! ✨

Why is Father Time reading this story?

It's been already 10 years and I'm still wondering about the connection between THAT ONE Elegy 19 and the actual poem

So many errors in the text (both the written text and oral presentation) made it difficult and unpleasant to appreciate.

I like the line "and he felt very angry because he didn't shoot her dead." I could see this being used in an English class to remind the students to show not tell. Write a line that lets the reader know he was angry without saying it directly.

This one was bad, but unlike the others not bad enough to be funny.

I'd rather read this great poem in my own internal voice, as the author may have best intended.

You kidding me?

I'm still waiting to hear this read in all it's lustful enjoyment.

My enjoyment of this great poem wonderfully read by Tom O'Bedlam, was lessened by the fact that many lines were cut off by the screen.

I love his poems the best. Thank you. He truly is our kindred spirit.

Sos un dulce. Te extraño cada día. Adoro tu sofisticación en las elecciones poéticas, pero debemos estar junto. But you're My cup of tea. Maggie

a lot of my poetry does not make sense

What the heck is this? I was looking for a childhood friend named Dylan Thomas and these dark vibe videos of some old guy name Dylan Thomas appaar

Not that it matters to me in regards to his poetry, but was T.S. Elliot antisemitic which some point to this poem as indicative of that assertion?

Captivating and nightmarish at the same time. The horrors of alcoholism, of denial, of broken promises and the fast aproaching end...

Reverenta ! Multumesc !☀️🌜✨

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