‘Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore’ … 8 more words
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There appears to be nothing more enjoyable and gratifying to us, the fairer sex, than to heed any bit of news that is shared. To be called a gossip in this world, is to be branded a shameful, discreditable character, taking great pleasure and enjoyment in accounts of the sufferings of others.
And you seek the others
Here’s the poem by Lord Byron:
We’ll go no more a-roving
SO, we’ll go no more a-roving… 70 more words
It’s “Regency Week” on linnetmoss.com!
As an English major reared on Austen, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge and Shelley, I’m used to thinking of the early nineteenth century as the “Regency period.” Which is a very Anglo perspective, because of course the rest of the world was getting on with its business as well. 341 more words