Right I am shattered again so offski...leaving you with a little romance....na night all.....
In A Bath Teashop
John Betjeman
"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look."
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.
Freckle...you star! I am sure that is our first Betjeman as I have been thinking of posting him for a while. I have a great cd of him reading his own poems set to music. Goodnight, sleep well.xOriginally Posted by freckle
Goodnight Freckle
Night Freckle.
Won't be at High Cup Nick.
May see you at Commondale Clart or Trollers Trot?
Goodnight everyone. For everyone training or racing tomorrow have a great day.
Goodnight, I am off too as it is a very early start for me tomorrow and the longer I stay up, the more tempted I am to pour another glass!
Goodnight and good luck for tomorrow. I'm sure the wine wont go off in 24 hours. It'll still be there tomorrow to celebrate a good day in the hills.
Possibly from the German "knuddeln" "to cuddle".
Or even the Swedish "knulla" "to fornicate
Most likely is the English manufactured word "canoodle" for a foolish lover first used in 1859,
The compact OED states that the origin is unknown.
Last edited by XRunner; 14-02-2010 at 05:05 PM.
Bright Star
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art –
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors –
No – yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever – or else swoon to death.
John Keats
Good Choice XR.
Love
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The longer I live and the more I see
Of the struggle of souls towards the heights above,
The stronger this truth comes home to me---
That the Universe rests on the shoulders of love,
A love so limitless, deep, and broad,
That men have re-named it, and called it God.
And nothing that was ever born or evolved,
Nothing created by light or force
But deep in its system there lies dissolved
A shining drop from the great Love source;
A shining drop that shall live for aye;
Though kingdoms may perish and stars decay.
Am Yisrael Chai
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