My “Topics in Romanticism” course met last Thursday evening for the first time this semester. Since we convene only once a week, I decided we should use the first class
This one hits very close to home this weekend . . . The Prelude Book One Introduction—Childhood and School-Time [. . .] Then, last wish,
from Venus Velvet No. 2 And in a place arrived at on our knees, He tugged my face to his, as if he took His own
The Rock I Seventy Years Later It is an illusion that we were ever alive, Lived in the houses of mothers, arranged ourselves By our
Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we
from Darwin in 1881 Now, done with beetle jaws and beaks of gulls And bivalve hinges, now, utterly done, One miracle remains, and only one.