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Jamat
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Alone the very word is like a bell Which tolls me back from thee to my sole self Although the fancy cannot work so well As she was wont to do deceiving elf
Keats, 'Ode to a Nightingale'
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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the famous rachel
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His bucko mate, GRUMBUSKIN, long since had disappeared, For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard; And his bosun, TUMBLEBRUTUS, he too had stol'n away - In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey.
Growltiger by T.S. Eliot. (Not sure the version in the link is pukka. Don't have my copy to hand and can't check).
-------------------- A shrivelled appendix to the body of Christ.
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Jamat
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Last line of Keats above should read famed to do. Apologies.
-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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North East Quine
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I've heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning: The flowers of the forest are a' wede away.
Jane or Jean Elliot's Flowers of the Forest
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Jamat
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Sunset and evening star And one clear call for me And may their be no Moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.
Tennyson. 'Crossing The Bar'
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Firenze
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
John Masefield Sea Fever
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Baptist Trainfan
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
William Wordsworth.
Inevitably. But not my kind of poetry at all!
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North East Quine
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Well, the inevitable follow up to that is "Lake Isle of Innisfree" but instead I'm going to go for:
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May" And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."
The Cremation of Sam McGee by the incomparable Robert Service.
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Firenze
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They're changing the guard at Buckingham Palace - Christopher Robin went down with Alice. We saw a guard in a sentry bix. "One of the sergeants looks after their socks", Says Alice.
A A Milne Buckingham Palace
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Ariel
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The twilight swallows the thicket, The starlight reveals the ridge. The whistle shrills to the picket — We are changing guard on the bridge.
Kipling, Bridge Guard in the Karroo
(Not the best verse of what is otherwise an atmospheric poem, but it fits the game.) [ 02. August 2014, 10:42: Message edited by: Ariel ]
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Baptist Trainfan
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I hope we're allowed plurals ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying 'Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble? We must find him or the train can't start.' All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters They are searching high and low, Saying 'Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble Then the Night Mail just can't go.'
Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats - T.S. Eliot
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Starbug
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Every night and every morn, Some to misery are born; Every morn and every night, Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight; Some are born to endless night.
Auguries of Innocent by William Blake
-------------------- “Oh the pointing again. They're screwdrivers! What are you going to do? Assemble a cabinet at them?” ― The Day of the Doctor
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Jamat
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As flies to Wanton boys Are we to the Gods They kill us for their sport... How should this be? Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow. King Lear Act 4 Shakespeare
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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jacobsen
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The fool said to the animals: "You are merely my chattels, With one lesson to learn- That what happens to you is not your concern But mine; for a just God Has set you on earth for my profit."
Frances Bellerby
-------------------- But God, holding a candle, looks for all who wander, all who search. - Shifra Alon Beauty fades, dumb is forever-Judge Judy The man who made time, made plenty.
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Firenze
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The garlands wither on your brow: Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
J Shirley Death the Leveller
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QLib
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Tempted to go back to Shelley's Ozymandias again, but instead here's this:
O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier’s pole is fallen; young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon!
Shakespeare. Anthony and Cleopatra IV xv
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-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Doublethink.
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From Where have all the flowers gone ?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing? Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago? Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers everyone Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn?
Pete Seeger, derived from traditional cossack folksong.
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-------------------- All political thinking for years past has been vitiated in the same way. People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome. George Orwell
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Jamat
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Yet ev'n these bones, from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
Elergy in a Country Churchyard by Thomas Gray.
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Jamat
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It doesn't pay to quote from memory does it?
Forlorn the very word (Ode to Nightingale above) I know..I know..!
-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Baptist Trainfan
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Said Mr. Smith, “I really cannot Tell you, Dr. Jones— The most peculiar pain I’m in— I think it’s in my bones.”
Said Dr. Jones, “Oh, Mr. Smith, That’s nothing. Without doubt We have a simple cure for that; It is to take them out.”
Walter de la Mare.
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Jamat
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The stars are not wanted now put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up all the wood. For Nothing now can ever come to any good.
WH Auden. 'Stop All The Clocks'
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Firenze
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When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Wm Blake The Tyger
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QLib
Bad Example
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And the headsman broke down In a blaze of tears, in that light Of the thin, long human frame Upside down in its own strange joy, And, if some other one had not told him, Would have cut off the feet
Instead of the head
Jmaes.L.Dickey: The Performance
-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Baptist Trainfan
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake.
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Penny S
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Half the night I watched the Heavens Fizz like '81 champagne -- Fly to sixes and to sevens, Wheel and thunder back again; And when all was peace and order Save one planet nailed askew, Much I wept because my warder Would not let me sit it true.
Kipling "La Nuit Blanche" La Nuit Blanche [ 04. August 2014, 14:07: Message edited by: Penny S ]
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Ariel
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If only you would come and dare the crystal Rampart of the rain and the bottomless moat of thunder, If only now you would come I should be happy Now if now only.
Louis MacNeice, June Thunder
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Jamat
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A thousand policemen directing the traffic Cannot tell you why you come or where you go A colony of cavies or a horde of active marmots Build better than they that build without the Lord
T.S. Eliot Chorus from 'The Rock'
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Firenze
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The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;
Wm Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet
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Jamat
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When they reached the mountain summit, even Clancy took a pull It well might make the boldest hold their breath, The wild hops scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full, of wombat holes, and any slip was Death But the man from snowy river let the pony have his head, And he swung his stock whip round and gave a cheer, And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down it's bed, While the others stood and watched in very fear.
A. B. Paterson. "The Man From Snowy River"
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-------------------- Jamat ..in utmost longditude, where Heaven with Earth and ocean meets, the setting sun slowly descended, and with right aspect Against the eastern gate of Paradise. (Milton Paradise Lost Bk iv)
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Baptist Trainfan
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Is there a power that can sustain and cheer The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom, Forced to descend into his destined tomb-- A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year, And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear ...
William Wordsworth.
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QLib
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Epitaph on a Tyrant
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter, And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
W.H.Auden
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-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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jacobsen
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My true love hath my heart and I have his By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, mine, he cannot miss There never was a better bargain driven.
Sir Philip Sydney
Sorry - X-posted
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-------------------- But God, holding a candle, looks for all who wander, all who search. - Shifra Alon Beauty fades, dumb is forever-Judge Judy The man who made time, made plenty.
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QLib
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“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.
T.S. Eliot. The Wasteland: II. A Game of Chess
-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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North East Quine
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We have stood through the naked night to watch The silent wheels that raised the dead ; We have gone before to raise the latch, And lay the pillow beneath their head.
Joe Corrie Miners' Wives
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Curiosity killed ...
Ship's Mug
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to dull North Circular roar
muffling muffling his crumpled pillow waves island man heaves himself
Another London day
Grace Nicholls Island Man [ 06. August 2014, 16:05: Message edited by: Curiosity killed ... ]
-------------------- Mugs - Keep the Ship afloat
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QLib
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... .... ....but evermore Most weary seem'd the sea, weary the oar, Weary the wandering fields of barren foam. Then some one said, "We will return no more"; And all at once they sang, "Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam."
Tennyson: The Lotos-eaters
-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Baptist Trainfan
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IT'S forth across the roaring foam, and on towards the west, It's many a lonely league from home, o'er many a mountain crest, From where the dogs of Scotland call the sheep around the fold, To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.
Robert Louis Steenson. Ghastly, but Alex Salmond might like it.
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Cottontail
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O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
- Sir Walter Scott
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-------------------- "I don't think you ought to read so much theology," said Lord Peter. "It has a brutalizing influence."
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But trample! trample! came their steeds, And I saw their wolfs’ eyes burn; I felt like a royal hart at bay, And made me ready to turn.
Walter Thornbury: The Cavalier's Escape
-------------------- Tradition is the handing down of the flame, not the worship of the ashes Gustav Mahler.
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Baptist Trainfan
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O Thou dread Pow'r, who reign'st above! I know Thou wilt me hear; When for this scene of peace and love, I make this pray'r sincere.
Robert Burns.
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Penny S
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Trackway and Camp and City lost, Salt Marsh where now is corn- Old Wars, old Peace , old Arts that cease, And so was England born.
She is not any common Earth, Water or wood or air, But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye, Where you and I will fare.
Puck's Song, Kipling
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Callan
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Arthur, Elaine, Mordred; they are all gone Among the raftered galleries of bone. By the long barrows of Logres they are made one, And over their city stands the pinnacled corn.
Geoffrey Hill - Merlin
-------------------- How easy it would be to live in England, if only one did not love her. - G.K. Chesterton
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Firenze
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The river in January is fast and high. You and I are off to the Barrows. Gathering police-horses twitch and fret at the Tron end of London Road and Gallowgate.
Liz Lochhead The Bargain
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jacobsen
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January brings the snow Makes our feet and fingers glow.
Flanders and Swann. Flanders wrote the words, Swann the music
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-------------------- But God, holding a candle, looks for all who wander, all who search. - Shifra Alon Beauty fades, dumb is forever-Judge Judy The man who made time, made plenty.
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Baptist Trainfan
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In the little southern parlor of the house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward to the green, At the side toward the sunset, with the window on its right, Stood the London-made piano I am dreaming of to-night!
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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