I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov’d? were we not wean’d till then?
But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? 155 more words
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After the splendor of the Elizabethan dramatists, we return now to pure poetry. And the first of the poets I will examine in these last few essays is still much read and admired, despite not being always easy to understand. 1,371 more words
This poster communicates some realisations from a project in which I investigated how John Donne portrays heaven. Slightly unconventional way of publishing literary results – a poster was a project requirement – but it was fun to involve images and connect with St Paul’s Cathedral and St Andrews’ Special Collections. 40 more words