November, A Month In Verse

By William Wordsworth, Arnold Matthew and Robert Burns

Poetry is a fascinating use of language. With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries. . In this series we look at each calendar month through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide to the days within each. November – The eleventh month of the year in the Gregorian calendar; the land becomes bleaker, harsher but no less beautiful in verse. For our poets, including Herman Melville, Thomas Hood, Matthew Arnold, Helen Hunt Jackson, William Wordsworth there is much to observe, write and comment on. Many samples are at our youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores. Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Copyright Group
• Release date: Sep 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781780005270

William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770 at Cockermouth, in the English Lake District, the son of a lawyer. He was one of five children and developed a close bond with his only sister, Dorothy, whom he lived with for most of his life. At the age of seventeen, shortly after the deaths of his parents, Wordsworth went to St John’s College, Cambridge, and after graduating visited Revolutionary France. Upon returning to England he published his first poem and devoted himself wholly to writing. He became great friends with other Romantic poets and collaborated with Samuel Taylor Coleridge on Lyrical Ballads. In 1843, he succeeded Robert Southey as Poet Laureate and died in the year ‘Prelude’ was finally published, 1850.

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November, A Month In Verse

Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries. .  In this series we look at each calendar month through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a unique poetic guide to the days within each.  November – The eleventh month of the year in the Gregorian calendar; the land becomes bleaker, harsher but no less beautiful in verse.  For our poets, including Herman Melville, Thomas Hood, Matthew Arnold, Helen Hunt Jackson, William Wordsworth there is much to observe, write and comment on. 

Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee  The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

Index Of Poems

Give A November Note by Alfred Austin

The Going Of The Battery (Wives Lament November 2nd 1899) by Thomas Hardy

November Findings, November 1862 by Janet Hamilton

Duponts Round Fight (November 1861) by Herman Melville

November By John Keble

In November By Archibald Lampman

In November (2) By Archibald Lampman

November Days In Ireland By Alice Guerin Crist

The Shepherds Calendar – November by John Clare

November 1806 By William Wordsworth

November 1813 By William Wordsworth

A Calender Of Sonnets by November by Helen Hunt Jackson

November 1847 By Henry Alford

Rugby Chapel, November 1857 by Matthew Arnold

November by Thomas Hood

A Thought On Death, November 1814 by Anna Laetitia Barbauld

On The Death Of Princess Borghese, At Rome, November 1840 by Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton

November by William Cullen Bryant

November Song By Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

November by Amy Lowell

November Blind by Phillip Henry Savage

A November Night by Sara Teasdale

November by John Payne

At Day Close In November by Thomas Hardy

The Cotter’s Saturday Night by Robert Burns

November by Sara Teasdale

The White Ship Henry I Of England - 25th November 1120 by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

November by Joseph Seamon Cotter

A November Rose by Dollie Radford

November 1851 by George MacDonald

To A Robin In November by Wiliam Wilfred Campbell

In November by Phillip Henry Savage

November by Phillip Henry Savage

Auld Scotland At The Abbey Craig In November, 1864 by Janet Hamilton

November’s Here by John Hartley

Give A November Note by Alfred Austin

Why, throstle, do you sing

In this November haze?

Singing for what? for whom?

Deem you that it is Spring,

Or that your lonely lays

Will stave off Winter's gloom?

Then did the bird reply:

`I sing because I know

That Spring will surely come:

That is the reason why,

Though menaced by the snow,

Even now I am not dumb.

`But few are they that hear,

And fewer still that feel,

The meaning of my song,

Until the note be clear,

Re-echoed be the peal,

Early, and late, and long.

`But you have heard and owned

The sound of my refrain,

Yet tentative and low.

Thus, poet, be intoned

Your own foreshadowing strain,

Trusting that some will know:

`That some will know and say,

When greetings of the Spring

Wake Winter from its bed,

This is the self-same lay

We overheard him sing

When dead hearts deemed him dead.''

The Going Of The Battery (Wives Lament November 2nd 1899) by Thomas Hardy

(November 2, 1899)

I

O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough

Light in their loving as soldiers can be -

First to risk choosing them, leave alone losing them

Now, in far battle, beyond the South Sea! . . .

II

Rain came down drenchingly; but we unblenchingly

Trudged on beside them through mirk and through mire,