A Little While, A Little While, Comments

There os nothing like a well-rimed poem that can cause such sheer delight. And this gem is certainly one of them!

A wonderful poem, well conceived and nicely penned with deep insight

POEM OF THE DAYA Little While, A Little While, A little while, a little while, The noisy crowd are barred away; And I can sing and I can smile A little while I've holyday! ....beginning of the poem is so aptly and touchingly executed. Beautiful poem. Five stars.

This poem compares two worlds so to speak from which to choose one, but the language is so soft and tender that one doses not see the seriousness of the matter if one gives this a careless reading.

Such a wonderful poem! Every word takes on a pleasure ride to nooks and crannies of imaginations. The best that the nature has to offer against our comfortable yet often dreary everyday life.

" What on earth is half so dear So longed for as the hearth of home" Fantastic conceptualization deserving classic poem of the day.

A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Kingsley Egbukole

CONGRATULATIONS TO HER FAMILY IN THE UK BEING CHOSEN AS THE CLASSIC POEM OF THE DAY! EMILY BRONTe IS A WELL RESPECTED POET NOT ONLY IN THE UK BUT ALSO IN THE USA. THE STUDENTS WHO HAVE STUDIED ENGLISH LITERATURE AS THEIR SUBJECT, KNOW ALL THESE.

A Wonderous Write, if we imagine her surroundings, by moors, endless muddy pools and secluded in Thornton, Yorkshire, England, then is this poem and almost all her poems, a very impressing escape of her genius mind. Having created most intelligent poems in such an area, she must be very gifted. She was only 30 when she died of tuberculosis She escaped her dull life through poems, " the warm hearth " was oft mentioned.Genius poetess!

Delightful poem that beautifully describes the deep human need for escape. Its lush imagery, replete with notable alliteration: ' distant, dreamy, dim blue chain/ O mountains...deepening still the dreamlike charm/Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere -'is exemplified by iambic tetrameter contained within a strict quatrain structure.

I knew it well I knew the pathways far and near That winding o'er each billowy swell......../// beautiful poetic expression

Shall I go there? or shall I seek Another clime, another sky, Where tongues familiar music speak In accents dear to memory? ... A little while, , what a lovely poem on being away from it all!

Here's a woman who craved travelling to escape the mundane of everyday hum dum... Nicely penned.

A beautiful poem nicely executed. Nice penmanship.

Shall i go there? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Such a great poem by Emily Jane Bronte...............