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Louis MacNeice. Frederick Louis MacNeice (Pseudonym Louis Malone; [1] * 12. September 1907 in Belfast; † 3. September 1963 in London) war ein nordirisch-britischer Schriftsteller, der vor allem mit Lyrik, Essays und Hörspielen bekannt wurde.
Frederick Louis MacNeice (Belfast, 12 septembre 1907 – Londres, 3 septembre 1963) est un poète et dramaturge aussi bien nord-irlandais que britannique. Connu pour son respect des valeurs humanistes et son opposition à toute forme de totalitarisme , il n'a cessé de redire sa fidélité à ses racines irlandaises.
Louis MacNeice. (Frederick) Louis MacNeice was born in Belfast in 1907. At the time of his birth, his father, John MacNeice, was Church of Ireland rector of Holy Trinity, Belfast. A year later he became rector of St Nicholas's in Carrickfergus (and would later become Bishop of Down, Connor and Dromore).
MacNeice, (Frederick) Louis (1907–63), poet, critic, dramatist, and broadcaster, was born on 12 September 1907 at 1 Brookhill Avenue, Belfast, the youngest in the family of two sons and a daughter of John Frederick MacNeice (qv) (McNeice) and Elizabeth Margaret MacNeice (née Clesham; 1866–1914). Background, education, and first works Both ...
Summary. ‘ Snow ‘ is about the complexity of the world around us and how it is full of beauty and danger, often at the same time. ‘Snow ‘ is about several different experiences that occur at the same time. The speaker watches snow fall outside, admires some roses, eats a tangerine, and is warmed by a fire.
Frederick Louis MacNeice (September 12, 1907 – September 3, 1963) was a British and Irish poet and playwright. He was part of the generation of "thirties poets" which included W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and C. Day Lewis; nicknamed MacSpaunday as a group. His body of work was widely appreciated by the public during his lifetime, due in part ...
Plurality. By Louis MacNeice. It is patent to the eye that cannot face the sun. The smug philosophers lie who say the world is one; World is other and other, world is here and there, Parmenides would smother life for lack of air. Precluding birth and death; his crystal never breaks—. No movement and no breath, no progress nor mistakes,
