well found merrylegs. I was going to ask, but googled - Coleridge.
Quite serene and meditative.
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well found merrylegs. I was going to ask, but googled - Coleridge.
Quite serene and meditative.
Nice choice merry! :cool:
Keep meaning to post a link to Summertime in England by Van Morrison on Tonight's Music. Wordsworth and Coleridge get a mention, along with William Blake and TS Eliot :)
missed this earlier tri. Like it a lot!Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
That is wonderful news tri well done i will simply have to buy a copy....lots of lovely stuff on here today/tonight :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Give him a feed and cherish the momement HHH, used to love being up with my kids in the wee small hours, magical times, they grow up too quick;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Out on the hills, confronting my demons,
Every step leaves them behind,
It's the only place where life makes sense!
Goodnight good people;)
Under The Balcony by Oscar Wilde
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!
Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south!
And light for my love her way,
Lest her little feet should stray
On the windy hill and the wold!
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!
Put in, put in, to the port to me!
For my love and I would go
To the land where the daffodils blow
In the heart of a violet dale!
O ship that shakes on the desolate sea!
O ship with the wet, white sail!
O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!
Sing on, sing on, from your soft brown throat!
And my love in her little bed
Will listen, and lift her head
From the pillow, and come my way!
O rapturous bird with the low, sweet note!
O bird that sits on the spray!
O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!
Come down, come down, for my love to wear!
You will die on her head in a crown,
You will die in a fold of her gown,
To her little light heart you will go!
O blossom that hangs in the tremulous air!
O blossom with lips of snow!
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending
Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars
All down the mountain sides wild forests lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind
Rivers their banks in their jubilee rending
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending,
Wider and deeper their waters extending
Leaving a desolate desert behind.
Shining and lowering and swelling and dying
Changing forever from midnight to noon
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon
Emily Bronte
merry i really relate to this excellent stuff! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
brilliant stuff dt! oh and mg loved your last post too! have a lovely day all :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup