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Nov 9, 2019 · Anonymous, ‘ Mon in the Mone ’. ‘Mon in the Mone’ (i.e. ‘Man in the Moon’) is a medieval poem dating from the early fourteenth century, a good half a century before Geoffrey Chaucer, the Pearl poet, John Gower, and the Gawain poet all arrived on the scene and English poetry really came into its own. Mon in the mone stond and strit;
Feb 29, 2024 · My zeal is February long. Your world's the sun to me, my love; This monthlong gift from God above. 2.20.23. In this sonnet-style poem, blending a bit of Spenserian and Miltonic styles, the speaker celebrates their soulmate's birth month of February (and actual Leap Day) by treating every day like her birthday.
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A hundred years hence. A transcreation of the poem 1400 Sal (The year 1400) from the collection Chitra by Rabindranath Tagore. It was written on the 2nd of Falgun (first month of spring), 1302 (1895-96), of the Bengali calendar. Translated by Kumud Biswas. © by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes.
Today is February 29th, a leap day, which marks the bicentennial of the first leap-year Edgar Allan Poe ever experienced during his lifetime. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the phrase “leap-year” has been used since 1387, and is probably of older formation than that. Thus, the phrase “leap-year” would have been around ...
Leap Year Poem. Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have thirty-one, Excepting February alone, And that has twenty-eight days clear. And twenty-nine in each leap year. This traditional English mnemonic rhyme, of which many variants are commonly used in English-speaking countries, has a long history and was first ...
Year 1400 was a leap year starting on Thursday (link will display the full calendar) of the Julian calendar. The year 1400 was not a leap year in the Proleptic Gregorian calendar . Events [ edit ]
Abruptly came and dyed in haste the earth. In colours full of youth to last. A hundred years away from you that was in the past. His anxious heart in songs immersed. A sleepless poet spent nights so vast. To make his many thoughts flower-like bloom. With love remaining unsurpassed. On a day a hundred years past.
