Tag: England
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Autumn Poetry
Autumn I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;— Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.…
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Loving the Brits and Finding an American Voice
http://theamericanscholar.org/voices-of-a-nation/#.U3YR2yhAg_g http://www.neoamericanist.org/review/anglophilia-deference-devotion-and-antebellum-america and a beautiful art blog full of 19th century images perfect for research and awe: http://b-womeninamericanhistory19.blogspot.com/2013/10/19c-americans-in-their-grand-victorian.html