Who wrote the poem "World Is A Stage" (1976)?
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in 1976 there was an album by RUSH named "world is a stage"\nnot sure about poem
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Poet                   "Poem"\nWilliam Blake          "A Divine Image"\nEdmund Spenser         "My Love Is Like To Ice"\nJohn Donne             "Death Be Not Proud"\nLady Mary Chudleigh    "To The Ladies"\nWilliam Wordsworth     "I Wanddered Lonely As A Cloud"\nJohn Mccrae            "In Flanders Field"\nF.R. Scott             "Calamity"\nX.J. Kennedy           "Nude Descending A Staircase"
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The International Library of Poetry ( www.poetry.com )\n\nLeague of American Poets ( www. poetryamerica.com )\n\nGood luck :)
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William Wordsworth\n1770-1850\n\nWordsworth began work on the first extended poetic efforts of his maturity, Descriptive Sketches, which was published in 1793, after the appearance of a poem written at Cambridge, An Evening Walk (1793). Having exhausted his money, he left France in early December 1792 before Annette Vallon gave birth to his child Caroline. Back in England, the young radical cast about for a suitable career. As a fervent democrat, he had serious reservations about "vegetating in a paltry curacy," though he had written to William Matthews from France in May 1792 that he intended to be ordained the following winter or spring. Perhaps this plan was why he was reading sermons early in 1793, when he came across a sermon by Richard Watson, Bishop of Llandaff, on "the Wisdom and Goodness of God" in making both rich and poor, with an appendix denouncing the French Revolution. His democratic sympathies aroused, he spent several weeks in February and March working on a reply. \n\nBy this time, his relationship with Annette Vallon had become known to his English relatives, and any further opportunity of entering the Church was foreclosed. In any case Wordsworth had been reading atheist William Godwin's recently published Political Justice (1793), and had come powerfully under its sway. "A Letter to the Bishop of Llandaff"--not published until 1876, when it was included in Alexandere B. Grosart's edition of Wordsworth's prose--is the youthful poet and democrat's indignant reply to the forces of darkness, repression, and monarchy.
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www.google.com\n\nthen search for the authors name and put 'poems' next to it, and you should find a huge list of them
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this is ten if you cound the title, and it's great - robert frost\n\nFire and Ice \n\nSome say the world will end in fire,\nSome say in ice.\nFrom what I've tasted of desire\nI hold with those who favor fire.\nBut if it had to perish twice,\nI think I know enough of hate\nTo say that for destruction ice\nIs also great\nAnd would suffice.
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He was an English Poet who wrote "An Essay on man" and "Sound and Sense" among many more. There are themes to individual poems by him, but not a theme about him.
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Nursery Rhymes are poems.\n\nHickory Dickory Dock ( reason - clock struck one mouse ran down)\nGrand Old duke of York ( well what would you do with 10,000 men - invade Iraq?)\nWee Willie Winkie ( insomnia)\nJack and Jill ( water gathering)\nOld King Cole ( merry because of the music)\nThis Little Piggy ( contributing to the economy by going to market)\nLittle Boy Blue ( Farming associate)\nGeorgie Porgie ( paedophile?)
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"If" by Rudyard Kipling! Superb! \nA great poem to take you through the bad times, and make you learn more in good times!\n\n----\n\nIf you can keep your head when all about you \nAre losing theirs and blaming it on you; \nIf you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, \nBut make allowance for their doubting too; \nIf you can wait and not be tired by waiting, \nOr, being lied about, don't deal in lies, \nOr, being hated, don't give way to hating, \nAnd yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; \n\nIf you can dream - and not make dreams your master; \nIf you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; \nIf you can meet with triumph and disaster \nAnd treat those two imposters just the same; \nIf you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken \nTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, \nOr watch the things you gave your life to broken, \nAnd stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; \n\nIf you can make one heap of all your winnings \nAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, \nAnd lose, and start again at your beginnings \nAnd never breath a word about your loss; \nIf you can force your heart and nerve and sinew \nTo serve your turn long after they are gone, \nAnd so hold on when there is nothing in you \nExcept the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; \n\nIf you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, \nOr walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; \nIf neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; \nIf all men count with you, but none too much; \nIf you can fill the unforgiving minute \nWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run - \nYours is the Earth and everything that's in it, \nAnd - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
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I agree that <http://www.100words.net/entry/read_member_batch.cfm?entry_member=Laura%20A%20Hill&entry_batch=November&entry_year=2003> is the only site that talks about this poem.  Don't try pinkmonkey.com and the other sites.  I couldn't find the poem comments in their results.
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Gary Tyrrell\n\nhttp://www.stanfordalumni.org/news/magazine/2002/novdec/features/theplay.html
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ALBERTO FLORENTINO wrote the play “THE WORLD IS AN APPLE,” a canonical play voted the most popular/most performed play in the Philippines. His books of plays include: THE WORLD IS AN APPLE and Other Prize Plays; The Portable FLORENTINO; Memento Mori; Sangyugto; Panahon ng Digma; From Book to Stage; among others. He published/edited 75 books under his imprints from 1959 to 2001.
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I understand goth.net has a poetry section. Have you read Edgar Allan Poe or Dylan Thomas, or Dorothy Parker?
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According to http://www.crossroad.to/Victory/poems/church.htm, the poet's name is Matilda C. Edwards.
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Rabbi Ben Ezra\n\nGrow old along with me! \nThe best is yet to be, \nThe last of life, for which the first was made: \nOur times are in his hand \nWho saith, ``A whole I planned, \nYouth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'' \n\nNot that, amassing flowers, \nYouth sighed, ``Which rose make ours, \nWhich lily leave and then as best recall?'' \nNot that, admiring stars, \nIt yearned, ``Nor Jove, nor Mars; \nMine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!'' \n\nNot for such hopes and fears \nAnnulling youth's brief years, \nDo I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! \nRather I prize the doubt \nLow kinds exist without, \nFinished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. \n\nPoor vaunt of life indeed, \nWere man but formed to feed \nOn joy, to solely seek and find and feast; \nSuch feasting ended, then \nAs sure an end to men; \nIrks care the crop full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast? \n\nRejoice we are allied \nTo that which doth provide \nAnd not partake, effect and not receive! \nA spark disturbs our clod; \nNearer we hold of God \nWho gives, then of his tribes that take, I must believe. \n\nThen, welcome each rebuff \nThat turns earth's smoothness rough, \nEach sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! \nBe our joys three-parts pain! \nStrive,and hold cheap the strain; \nLearn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! \n\nFor thence,--a paradox \nWhich comforts while it mocks,-- \nShall life succeed in that it seems to fail: \nWhat I aspired to be, \nAnd was not, comforts me: \nA brute I might have been, but would not sink i'the scale. \n\nWhat is he but a brute \nWhose flesh has soul to suit, \nWhose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? \nTo man, propose this test-- \nThy body at its best, \nHow far can that project thy soul on its lone way? \n\nYet gifts should prove their use: \nI own the Past profuse \nOf power each side, a perfection every turn: \nEyes, ears took in their dole, \nBrain treasured up the whole; \nShould not the heart beat once ``How good to live and learn''? \n\nNot once beat ``Praise be thine! \nI see the whole design, \nI, who saw power, see now Love perfect too: \nPerfect I call thy plan: \nThanks that I was a man! \nMaker, remake, complete,--I trust what thou shalt do!'' \n\nFor pleasant is this flesh; \nOur soul, in its rose-mesh \nPulled over to the earth, still yearns for rest: \nWould we some prize might hold \nTo match those manifold \nPossessions of the brute,--gain most, as we did best! \n\nLet us not always say, \n``Spite of this flesh to-day \nI strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!'' \nAs the bird wings and sings, \nLet us cry, ``All good things \nAre ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!'' \n\nTherefore I summon age \nTo grant youth's heritage, \nLife's struggle having so far reached its term: \nThence shall I pass, approved \nA man, for aye removed \nFrom the developed brute; a God though in the germ. \n\nAnd I shall thereupon \nTake rest, ere I be gone \nOnce more on my adventure brave and new: \nFearless and unperplexed, \nWhen I wage battle next, \nWhat weapons to select, what armor to indue. \n\nYouth ended, I shall try \nMy gain or loss thereby; \nLeave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: \nAnd I shall weigh the same, \nGive life its praise or blame: \nYoung, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old. \n\nFor note, when evening shuts, \nA certain moment cuts \nThe deed off, calls the glory from the gray: \nA whisper from the west \nShoots--``Add this to the rest, \nTake it and try its worth: here dies another day.'' \n\nSo, still within this life, \nThough lifted o'er its strife, \nLet me discern, compare, pronounce at last, \n``This rage was right i' the main, \nThat acquiescence vain: \nThe Future I may face now I have proved the Past.'' \n\nFor more is not reserved \nTo man, with soul just nerved
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Third World is a term first coined in 1952 by French demographer Alfred Sauvy to distinguish nations that aligned themselves with neither the West nor with the Soviet Bloc during the Cold War. Today, however, the term is frequently used to denote nations with a low UN Human Development Index (HDI. In general, Third World countries are not as industrialized or technologically advanced as OECD countries, and therefore in academia, the more politically correct term to use is "developing nation".
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Robert Browning wrote poems to his wife Elizabeth Barret Browning. Rainer Maria Rilke has also written some beautiful love poems. Although only some of Shakespeare's sonnets were love poems, many beautiful ones were. Norton's Anthology of Poetry - there is one for American poets and one for British - is full of love poems categorized as such so they are easy to find.\nCheck all this on the Internet