Cowslips Poem by Walter Savage Landor

Cowslips

Rating: 2.9


WITH rosy hand a little girl press’d down
A boss of fresh-cull’d cowslips in a rill:
Often as they sprang up again, a frown
Show’d she dislik’d resistance to her will:
But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less,
She shook them to and fro, and threw them by,
And tripp’d away. “Ye loathe the heaviness
Ye love to cause, my little girls!” thought I,
“And what has shone for you, by you must die!”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aniruddha Pathak 21 August 2019

A lovely piece on human nature set in a beautifully described nature. I liked the concluding line to sum up the incident.

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Uche Nwanze 21 August 2019

Insightful and apt, ' show's she dislik'd resistance to her will'

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 August 2019

But when they droop’d their heads and shone much less, She shook them to and fro, and threw them by, And tripp’d away. A very good poem of Walter Savage

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 21 August 2020

The heaviness, the gloom caused to the little girl through the culling and withering of flowers so beautifully presented 10++

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Dr Antony Theodore 21 August 2020

Ye love to cause, my little girls! ” thought I, “And what has shone for you, by you must die! ” very good poem. tony

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Mahtab Bangalee 21 August 2020

“Ye loathe the heaviness Ye love to cause, my little girls! ” thought I, “And what has shone for you, by you must die! ”...beautiful loving writings; cause the love life is glorified and faded away..... Love invites life and death with happy and sorrow together......

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 August 2020

Human nature! ! Musing along! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 21 August 2019

A beautifully conceived nature poem well deserving classic poem of the Day.

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