The Seasons : Spring by James Thomson
The Seasons : Spring Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come, And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud, While music wakes around, veil’d in a shower Of shadowing roses, on our plains descend. O Hertford, fitted or to shine in courts With unaffected grace, or walk the plain With innocence and meditation join’d In soft assemblage, listen to my song, Which thy own Season paints; when Nature all Is blooming and benevolent, like thee. And see where surly Winter passes off, Far to the north, and calls his ruffian blasts: His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shatter’d forest, and the ravaged vale; While softer gales succeed, at…
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
Snow Days I’m not a winter kind of girl, because I love warm weather, but my idea of a perfect snowy afternoon would be sitting in front of a lovely fireplace surrounded by cats and books. That is how I spent many snowy afternoons while I was growing up, especially on Sundays. The roast beef and potatoes for Sunday dinner would bake in the oven. My parents and I would sit in front of our living room fireplace and read. We would occasionally glance up and watch the snow falling outside. My father would read his magazines: Time, U.S. News and World Report. My mother would read biographies. I would…
Merry Classical Christmas!
Merry Classical Christmas and Happy New Year! What a long and busy year it’s been! I am very happy with the results of the Presidential election. I am feeling hopeful. Now we can relax with our families and enjoy the holidays. I love listening to special music that is appropriate to the season. There is nothing that gets me more in the Christmas spirit than some great music by great artists! I grew up listening to a lot of classical music. My family is European, and we always enjoyed reading, classical music, and sitting in the living room before the fireplace. I did not grow up watching football or eating…
To Autumn by John Keats (1820)
John Keats John Keats is my favorite of the English Romantic poets. This is one of my favorite poems by him. In it he admires the beauty of autumn but it may also be a meditation on death. Keats was suffering from many health issues and financial woes at the time he wrote the poem, and knew that he would have to abandon writing poetry for projects that would pay more money. To Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples…
