RTE wants to know your favourite poem

Title: What is your most-loved Irish poem?

Author: RTE, The Works

Full Text & Source: http://www.rte.ie/ten/news/2014/0926/648163-what-is-your-favourite-irish-poem/
The Internet, Online, 20/10/2014

In this time of centenaries, RTÉ looks back at the Irish poems and poets of the past century. The campaign will be spearheaded by The Works, RTÉ One’s arts show, and RTÉ Radio 1’s The John Murray Show in partnership with Poetry Ireland and An Post. The Jury will be made up of John Kelly (Chair), Rióna Ní Fhrighil, Damien Dempsey, Catriona Crowe, Maria Johnston, John FitzGerald and Anne Doyle.

“This campaign is making me look at the whole thing with fresh eyes. Poetry really is a part of my life that has given me great pleasure and sometimes great comfort.”

RTÉ’s A Poem for Ireland will run over the course of six months, from its launch on The John Murray Show and The Works today (September 26) to the unveiling of the Irish public’s final choice in March 2015.

It will be accompanied by a major digital site where the public can nominate, read and vote for poems. The digital site will build in scale and content as the campaign progresses.

For more information about the campaign check out @RTEPoetry on Twitter and the hashtag #rtelovepoetry and Facebook https://www.facebook.com/RTEAPoemForIreland.

Source: http://www.rte.ie/ten/news/2014/0926/648163-what-is-your-favourite-irish-poem/

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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
“‘Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!” -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
‘Tis the wind and nothing more.”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never – nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite – respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there – is there balm in Gilead? – tell me – tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil – prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us – by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,” I shrieked, upstarting -
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

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Old Irish Joke 2 by Bob Quigley

Old Irish Joke 2

Clancy’s pub had cut me off, said no more pints for me
I knew he was mistaken, I was sober as could be
So I climbed off of the bar stool and headed for the door
And much to my surprise found I was laying on the floor

I crawled to the front entrance and stood up with some care
Opened up the portal and then fell down the front stair
I crawled up to a lamppost and clammered to my feet
But after taking one step, I fell into the street

I only lived a block away, so on me knees I stayed
Crawling down the sidewalk, twas slow progress that I made
At last I reached me cottage and made it to the door
I pulled meself up, opened it and sprawled upon the floor

Somehow I got up the stairs and rolled into the bed
Me knees hurt like the devil, there was a pounding in me head
When I woke up next morning, I was an awful sight
Me pant legs were all shredded, I looked like I’d lost a fight

“It’s drunk again you were last night” I heard my wife declare
“How would you know if I was drunk, you weren’t even there”
“The barkeep, he just called me and asked me how you are”
“And said that I should tell you, your wheelchairs at the bar”

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A Lament By Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Lament

O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!

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Grand-pere By Robert Service


And so when he reached my bed
The General made stand:
“My brave young fellow,” he said
“I would shake your hand.”

So I lifted my arm, the right,
With never a hand at all;
Only a stump, a sight
Fit to appall.

“Well, well. Now that’s too bad!
That sorrowful luck,” he said;
“But there! You give me, my lad,
The left instead.”

So from under blanket’s rim
I raised and showed him the other,
A snag as ugly and grim
As his ugly brother.

He looked at each jagged wrist;
He looked, but he did not speak;
And then he bent down and kissed
Me on either cheek.

You wonder now I don’t mind
I hadn’t a hand to offer….
They tell me (you know I’m blind)
‘Twas Grand-pere Joffre.

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Alone By Edgar Allan Poe


From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

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I Dig

I dig,
you dig,
we dig,
she dig,
he dig,
they dig.
It’s not a very good poem,
but it’s very deep. ;-)

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The Piper By Joseph Campbell

The Piper

George Borrow in his Lavengro

Tells us of a Welshman, who

By some excess of mother-wit

Framed a harp and played on it,

Built a ship and sailed to sea,

And steered it home to melody

Of his own making. I, indeed,

Might write for Everyman to read

A thaumalogue of wonderment

More wonderful, but rest content

With celebrating one I knew

Who built his pipes, and played them, too:

No more.

Ah, played! Therein is all:

The hounded thing, the hunter’s call;

The shudder, when the quarry’s breath

Is drowned in blood and stilled in death;

The marriage dance, the pulsing vein,

The kiss that must be given again;

The hope that Ireland, like a rose,

Sees shining thro’ her tale of woes;

The battle lost, the long lament

For blood and spirit vainly spent;

And so on, thro’ the varying scale

Of passion that the western Gael

Knows, and by miracle of art

Draws to the chanter from the heart

Like water from a hidden spring,

To leap or murmur, weep or sing.

I see him now, a little man

In proper black, whey-bearded, wan,

With eyes that scan the eastern hills

Thro’ thick, gold-rimmèd spectacles.

His hand is on the chanter. Lo,

The hidden spring begins to flow

In waves of magic. (He is dead

These seven years, but bend your head

And listen.) Rising from the clay

The Master plays The Ring of Day.

It mounts and falls and floats away

Over the sky-line . . . then is gone

Into the silence of the dawn!

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Be Someone By Rita Ann Higgins

Be Someone

For Christ’s sake,

learn to type

and have something

to fall back on.

Be someone,

make something of yourself,

look at Gertrudo Ganley.

Always draw the curtains

when the lights are on.

Have nothing to do

with the Shantalla gang,

get yourself a right man

with a Humber Sceptre.

For Christ’s sake

wash your neck

before going into God’s house.

Learn to speak properly,

always pronounce your ings.

Never smoke on the street,

don’t be caught dead

in them shameful tight slacks,

spare the butter,


and for Christ’s sake

at all times,

watch your language.

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Where Peaceful Waters Flow By Keith Burroughs

Where Peaceful Waters Flow

The clouds break forth the streams of light
To dance upon the earth,
And cradled in the sands of time,
Comes a newborn babies” birth.
A gentle breeze blows through the night,
It whispers through the grass,
And ripples on the water form
As rain glistens on the glass.

And you listen to the sound,
The Lords’ presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

A rainbow arcs across the sky,
A promise is displayed.
The graceful flight of a butterfly,
It takes my breath away.
The autumn leaves in their splendor
Fall gracefully to the earth,
And stars proclaim their song at night,
What is their beauty worth?

And you listen to the sound,
The Lords’ presence all around.
He summons us to go
Where peaceful waters flow.

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A Boy Named Sue By Shel Silverstein

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn’t leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don’t blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
and some guy would laugh and I’d bust his head,
I tell you, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I’d search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I’d thought i’d stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, “My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you’re gonna die.” Yeah, that’s what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I’ve fought tougher men but I really can’t remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin’ and then I heard him cussin’,
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, “Son, this world is rough and if
a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn’t be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said ‘Goodbye’.
I knew you’d have to get tough or die. And it’s
that name that helped to make you strong.”

Yeah, he said, “Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you’ve
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn’t blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I’m the guy that named you Sue.”
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George – anything but Sue.

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A Word To Husbands By Ogden Nash

Title: A Word To Husbands

To keep your marriage brimming
With love in the loving cup,
Whenever you’re wrong, admit it;
Whenever you’re right, shut up.

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Creative Writing 101

Title: Creative Writing 101

Author: Ali Hale

Publisher: Daily Writing Tips

Full Text & Source: http://www.dailywritingtips.com/creative-writing-101/
The Internet, Online, 19/10/2014

Sample Text:
What is Creative Writing?

Creative writing is anything where the purpose is to express thoughts, feelings and emotions rather than to simply convey information.

How to get started

Many people think that just because they’ve read a lot of stories (or even if they haven’t!) they should be able to write one. But as Nigel Watts writes:

There is a common belief that because most of us are literate and fluent, there is no need to serve an apprenticeship if we want to become a successful wordsmith. … That’s what I thought until I tried to write my first novel. I soon learnt that a novel, like a piece of furniture, has its own set of requirements, laws of construction that have to be learnt. Just because I had read plenty of novels didn’t mean I could write one, any more than I could make a chair because I had sat on enough of them.
(Nigel Watts, Teach Yourself Writing a Novel)

By all means, if you’re keen, jump straight in and have a go: but don’t be too disappointed if your first efforts aren’t as good as you’d hoped. To extend Watts’ metaphor, you may find that these early attempts have wonky legs and an unsteady seat. There are lots of great books aimed at new fiction writers, and I’d strongly recommend buying or borrowing one of these:
•Wannabe a Writer? (Jane Wenham-Jones)
•Teach Yourself … Writing a Novel (Nigel Watts)
•How to Write Fiction (and Think About It) (Robert Graham)
•On Writing (Stephen King)

I’d also recommend starting small. Rather than beginning with an epic fantasy trilogy, a family saga spanning five generations, or an entire adventure series … have a go at a short story or a poem.

And if you end up chewing your pen and staring at a sheet of paper, or gazing at a blank screen for hours, try kickstarting your writing with a short exercise. Don’t stop to think too much about it … just get going, without worrying about the quality of the work you produce.

Tips and tricks for beginners
• Do some short exercises to stretch your writing muscles – if you’re short of ideas, read the Daily Writing Tips article on “Writing Bursts”. Many new creative writers find that doing the washing up or weeding the garden suddenly looks appealing, compared to the effort of sitting down and putting words onto the page. Force yourself to get through these early doubts, and it really will get easier. Try to get into the habit of writing every day, even if it’s just for ten minutes.
• If you’re stuck for ideas, carry a notebook everywhere and write down your observations. You’ll get some great lines of dialogue by keeping your ears open on the bus or in cafes, and an unusual phrase may be prompted by something you see or smell.
• Work out the time of day when you’re at your most creative. For many writers, this is first thing in the morning – before all the demands of the day jostle for attention. Others write well late at night, after the rest of the family have gone to bed. Don’t be afraid to experiment!
• Don’t agonize over getting it right. All writers have to revise and edit their work – it’s rare that a story, scene or even a sentence comes out perfectly the first time. Once you’ve completed the initial draft, leave the piece for a few days – then come back to it fresh, with a red pen in hand. If you know there are problems with your story but can’t pinpoint them, ask a fellow writer to read through it and give feedback.
• HAVE FUN! Sometimes, we writers can end up feeling that our writing is a chore, something that “must” be done, or something to procrastinate over for as long as possible. If your plot seems wildly far-fetched, your characters bore you to tears and you’re convinced that a five-year old with a crayon could write better prose … take a break. Start a completely new project, something which is purely for fun. Write a poem or a 60-word “mini saga”. Just completing a small finished piece can help if you’re bogged down in a longer story.

Online resources

Every November, hundreds of thousands of people just like you do something extraordinary: they write a novel in just thirty days. Want to be part of the coffee-fueled, manic-typing, adrenaline-rush that is National Novel Writing Month? (NaNoWriMo for short). Make sure you sign up by October 31st. The “rules” state that you can’t start writing Chapter 1 until 00.01am on November 1st but you can spend as long as you like before that planning…

Authors’ websites and blogs
I read lots of websites and blogs written by authors and these give real (sometimes harsh) insights into what it’s like to write professionally. One which has been a strong favourite of mine for many years is Holly Lisle’s. Check out her
advice for writers and her weblog. She also has an excellent newsletter which I subscribe to, and some very thorough and helpful e-books on various aspects of writing available for purchase.

Competitions listings
Having a theme and a deadline can make a startling difference to a writer’s motivation! If you’re in the UK, Sally Quilford’s competition listings are a comprehensive and regularly-updated list.

I Should Be Writing podcast
This is a practical and inspiring podcast: I Should Be Writing by Mur Lafferty. She describes the podcast as “For wanna-be fiction writers, by a wanna-be fiction writer” (though since starting it several years ago, she’s had considerable success selling her short stories) and focuses on science fiction and fantasy.

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Title: English Literature

Author: Alan Aiu & VOS

Full Text & Source: http://vos.ucsb.edu/browse.asp?id=3
The Internet, Online, 19/10/2014

Huge database of English language books, history, articles and research…well worth a visit.

Sample Text
• Creative Writing

• American Literature

• Courses in English & American Literature

• English & Comp. Lit. Departments

• General English Lit. Resources

• English Literature By Genre

• Other Literatures In English

• Minority Literatures

• Restoration & 18th Century

• Contemporary (Brit. & Amer.)

• Anglo-Saxon & Medieval

• Modern (Brit. & Amer.)

• Renaissance & 17th Century

• Romantics

• Victorian

• History of the Book

Anglo-Saxon & Medieval

Literature Journals

General Literature Journals

Journals (Anglo-Saxon & Medieval Literature)

Journals (Renaissance Literature)

Journals (18th-C. British Literature)

Journals (Romantic Literature)

Journals (Victorian Literature)

Journals (Modern British & American Literature)

Journals (Contemporary British & American Literature)

American Literature Journals

African-American Literature Journals

Minority Literature Journals

Journals (Other Literatures in English)

Non-English Language Literature Journals

Literary Theory Journals & Zines

Creative Writing Zines & Journals

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English Literature On The Web

Title: English Literature On The Web

Author: Nagoya University

Full Text & Source: http://lang.nagoya-u.ac.jp/~matsuoka/EngLit.html
The Internet, Online, 19/10/2014

British Authors
E-text Archives
Medieval (& Anglo-Saxon)
17th Century (& Renaissance)
18th Century (& Restoration)
19th Century (Romantics & Victorian)
Victorian Web Sites
20th Century
American Authors

•Association for Scottish Literary Studies, The
•Association of Literary Scholars and Critics, The
•Author Search
[Great Writers and Poets] [Individual Author Guides]
•AuthorsDen: Where Authors and Readers Come Together
•Author Birthday/Website/Email Directory
•Author Pseudonyms
•Authors on the Web
•Blue Web’n Applications Library
•Children’s Authors & Illustrators on the Web
•Bibliotheca Anglica
•Book Lovers: Fine Books and Literature
•British Comparative Literature Association
•British Periodicals at Minnesota
•Canadian Association for Irish Studies, The
•Children’s Literature 1.Children’s Authors and Illustrators: WWW Links
2.Children’s Literature Web Guide
3.Elementary Language Arts Resources Public Domain Electronic Children’s Books
4.Resources for Storytellers

•Comparative Literature Worldwide
•Contemporary Writers in the UK
•Electronic Literary Studies (Stuart Curran, PENN)
•Elecrtonic Poetry Center (Buffalo)
•Electronic Theses and Dissertations in the Humanities
•Emory Women Writers Resource Project
•English Poetry Full-Text Database (E-Text, Univ. of Virginia)
•Essential Comparative Literature, The (ECLAT)
•FAQ – alt.hypertext
•Fonts – Yahoo
•Great Books, The
•Great Books Index
•Great Writers and Poets
•Humanities Text Initiative (University of Michigan)
•Hypertext Literature Bibliography
•Index – Directory of Romance Authors
•Index of Poets, An (Ian Lancashire at the University of Toronto)
•Index – Poetry on the Web
•Index of linked poems
•Individual Author Guides
•Inspirational Books & Author Links (Scott William)
•International Comparative Literature Association
•Internet Sites Related To Electronic Literature, Choice Magazine
•Introduction to Literature (John B. Padgett, Univ. of Mississippi)
•Literary Index
•Literary Liaisons
•Literary Magazines / Journals ◦ARIEL: A Review of International English Literature
◦Jouvert: A Journal of Postcolonial Studies (North Carolina State University)
◦Journal of Postmodern Culture (Virginia)
◦Kenyon Review
◦Literature Webliography
◦Nobel Prize in Literature Winners
◦Scottish Writers
◦Snakeskin Poetry Webzine
◦Stand Magazine

•Literary Review
•Literature Online (Chadwyck-Healey)
•Literature Online
•LitLinks (University of Alberta)
•Open Directory Project
•Pelagus – Literary Resources Offers a variety of literary resources, including many texts of classic English authors and western philosophers.
•PoemHunter.Com – Thousands of poems and poets.. contains 25,457 poems from 4,198 poets..
•Poetry-Lover’s Guide To the World-Wide Web, A
•Reader and Writers Search Engine, The
•Religion and Literature
•Representative Poetry
•Research Association of African Literature, The (RAAL, Japan)
•Richard Bear’s (Univ. of Oregon)
•Sonnet Central
•Sound Eye (Irish poetry in the English language)
•Ultimate Poetry Resource Guide, The
•Virtual Seminars for Teaching Literature (Oxford)
•Voice of the Shuttle (Alan Liu, UCSB)
•WWW Resources for English and American Literature
•Yamada Language Guides (Font)

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•Books On-line [Authors][Titles][New Listings][Banned Books On-line]
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•Oxford Text Archive
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•Arthurian Studies ◦The Truth About King Arthur?

•Labyrinth, The (Georgetown)
•Medieval Cultural Studies: A Basic Reading List
•Medieval Women: Tradition and Counter-Tradition (Deborah Everhart, Georgetown)
•Middle English Collection, The (Virginia)
•Online Medieval and Classical Library
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•Center for Seventeenth- and Eighteenth-Century Studies, The
•Early Modern England Source
•Electronic Sites for Research
•English Literature: Early 17th Century (Luminarium)
•Introduction to Renaissance Studies (Rebecca Bushnell & Jamey Saeger, PENN)
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•Oxford Renaissance Gopher Menu
•Renaissance English Literature
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•William Shakespeare

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•Gothic Literature
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•Making the Modern Reader
•Pope and Swift (John Richetti, Penn)
•Stanford Seminar on Enlightenment and Revolution (Michael Marrinan)

19th Century (Romantics and Victorian)
•Canonical British Novels of the Nineteenth Century
•CETH: Center for Electronic Texts in the Humanities (Rutgers and Princeton)
•Eastgate on the Web (Primary Sources for Serious Hypertext)
•Gothic Fiction (David Miall, Alberta)
•Interdisciplinary Nineteenth Century Studies (Notre Dame)
•Literary Criticism
•19th Century British Authors
•19th Century Resources (Gopher)
•Romanticism: CD-ROM
•Victorian Hyper-Concordance
•Victorian Literary Studies Archive, The
•The Victorian Society in America
•Victorian Web Sites
•Victorian Women Writers Project, The (Perry Willett, Indiana U.)

20th Century
•Literature and the Modern World
•Modern Fiction Studies
•On-Line Literary Resources: Twentieth-Century
•Postmodernism and Literary Criticism and Theory Discussion
•Twentieth-Century Poetry in English (Kobe University)

The Dickens Page
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Trinity’s Free Opac Search For Documents & Research

URL: http://library.catalogue.tcd.ie/
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Trinity College Library Dublin benefits from legal deposit legislation of both Ireland and the United Kingdom.

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With Explore the British Library you can search, view and order items from our main catalogue of nearly 57 million records, or search the contents of the Library’s website.

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