“Song on May Morning”
Now the bright morning Star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The Flow’ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose. […]
Now the bright morning Star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The Flow’ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose. […]
As important as it is to use language well, it is more important to use it to move people with the truth… For two full days, with all regular classes canceled, the seniors at Wyoming Catholic College this week presented their senior orations to faculty, fellow students, board members, and guests of the College. The [...]
Man, it is often said, cannot jump over his own shadow. The poet—and by “poet” I mean a writer of imaginative works in verse or prose—leaps over the universe. Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper et in saecula saeculorum. I We not only read a novel, we enter into its created world. We [...]
Milton’s Paradise Lost is a poem of such panoramic grandeur and such human acuteness as may wean one—and has even weaned me—from a lifelong exclusive Homerophilia. Partly its attraction is that it is insinuatingly suspect. I keep having the sense that something is going on that runs right counter to the overt text. There seems [...]