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[marie]

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A Madrigal.......

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
youth is full of pleasance,
age is full of care;

youth like summer morn,
age like winter weather,
youth like summer brave,
age like winter bare:

youth is full of sport,
age's breath is short
youth is nimble, age is lame:

youth is hot and bold.
age is weak and cold,

youth is wild and age is tame :-
age I do abhor thee;
youth, I do adore thee;

O! my love, my love is young!
age, I do defy thee -
O sweet shepard, hie thee
for methinks thou stay'st too long

w. shakespeare


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[stoneylonesome]

O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n Devotion!

Robert Burns

See Marie I can recite poetry also :D :D :D
now lets find our favorite poem and take a photo expressing it. :D :D

[stopbath]

stoneylonesome wrote:
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us!
It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
And ev'n Devotion!

Robert Burns

See Marie I can recite poetry also :D :D :D
now lets find our favorite poem and take a photo expressing it. :D :D
I'm looking for an albatross...

[marie]

thanks for the lovely lines above and the suggestion sandy :)
this is an old picture, taken with my old camera
taken by old me ........taking old film

a picture of one of Ed's owls would have been better .....maybe .........
but they have flown away
I looked
(on the old owl post)
:D :D
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Winter ~

when icicles hang by the wall
and Dick the sheperd blows his nail,
and Tom bears logs into the hall,
and milk comes frozen in the pail ;

when blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
then nightly sings the staring owl
tuwhoo!
tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note!
while greasy joan doth keel the pot,

when all aloud the wind doth blow,
and coughing drowns the parson's saw,
and birds sit brooding in the snow,
and marian's nose looks red and raw ;
when roasted crabs hiss in the bowl -
then nightly sings the staring owl
tuwhoo !
tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note !
while greasy joan doth keel the pot.

w . shakespeare

[stoneylonesome]

marie wrote:
thanks for the lovely lines above and the suggestion sandy :)
this is an old picture, taken with my old camera
taken by old me ........taking old film

a picture of one of Ed's owls would have been better .....maybe .........
but they have flown away
I looked
(on the old owl post)
:D :D
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Winter ~

when icicles hang by the wall
and Dick the sheperd blows his nail,
and Tom bears logs into the hall,
and milk comes frozen in the pail ;

when blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
then nightly sings the staring owl
tuwhoo!
tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note!
while greasy joan doth keel the pot,

when all aloud the wind doth blow,
and coughing drowns the parson's saw,
and birds sit brooding in the snow,
and marian's nose looks red and raw ;
when roasted crabs hiss in the bowl -
then nightly sings the staring owl
tuwhoo !
tuwhit ! tuwhoo ! a merry note !
while greasy joan doth keel the pot.

w . shakespeare



Marie that's wonderful I think the photo fits the sonnet perfectly. I look at the barren snow covered scene and I can feel the and hear the wind howling. I think you should post this on the share photos thread. :) :) thanks for caring.

guess I'll have to take my camera to church and see if I can get a photo to fit Burn's poem :D :D :D

[marie]

thanks a lot for the nice things you said about the picture Sandy
you may even see another face in it :D
and if you heard howling you are in deeper trouble then I thought :D
but it does look cold in that picture.
and the wind was howling


in case I expire anytime soon .....
here's a favourite
this one is linked ~ in someways ~ to your lovely one (above ) which takes a fair amount of thought
thank you very much for it :)


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The gifts of God ~

when God at first made man,
having a glass of blessings standing by;
let us (said He) pour on him all we can;
let the world's riches, which disperséd lie
contract into a span

so strength first made a way;
then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:
when almost all was out, God made a stay,
perceiving that alone, of all His treasure,
rest in the bottom lay.

for if I should (said He)
bestow this jewel also on my creature,
he would adore my gifts instead of me
and rest in nature, not the God of nature:
so both should losers be.

yet let him keep the rest,
but keep them with repining restlessness:
let him be rich and weary, that at least,
if goodness lead him not, yet weariness
may toss him to my breast

G.Herbert



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[stoneylonesome]

Marie; Beautiful poem, beautiful picture, it looks so restfull there, I l love the way the light highlights the yellowish tree on the left and the grass is so green. very peaceful :) :)

[marie]

Thank you for the nice comments Sandy
(you will soon have to post here with a picture ) :eyes

I send this for 'sunday' :D
the picture I show of my bird is not a nightingale, but you get the drift :) (just to go alongside the verse)






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~ The Nightingale ~


As it fell upon a day
in the merry month of May,
sitting in a pleasant shade
which a grove of myrtles made,

beasts did leap and birds did sing,
trees did grow and plants did spring,
every thing did banish moan,
save the nightingale alone.

she, poor bird, as all forlorn
lean'd her breast up-till a thorn,
and there sung the dolefull'st ditty,
that to hear it was great pity.

fie , fie fie, now would she cry;
tereu, tereu, by and by:

that to hear her so complain,
scarce I could from tears refrain;
for her griefs so lively shown
made me think upon my own.

-ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain,
none takes pity on thy pain:
senseless trees, they cannot hear thee,
ruthless beasts, they will not cheer thee;

king pandion, he is dead,
all thy friends are lapp'd in lead;
all thy fellow birds do sing
careless of thy sorrowing;

even so , poor bird, like thee, none alive will pity me.

R.Barnfield


~
with best wishes
marie

[marie]

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The River of Life ~

the more we live, more brief appear
our life's succeeding stages;
a day to childhood seems a year
and years like passing ages


the gladsome current of our youth,
ere passion yet disorders,
steals lingering like a river smooth,
along its grassy borders.


but as the careworn cheek grows wan,
and sorrow's shafts fly thicker,
ye stars, that measure life to man
why seem your courses quicker ?

when joys have lost their bloom and breath,
and life itself is vapid,
why, as we reach the falls of death,
feel we its tide more rapid ?

it may be strange- yet who would change
time's course to slower speeding,
when one by one our friends have gone
and left our bosoms bleeding ?

heaven gives our years of fading strenght
indemnifying fleetness;
and those of youth, a seeming length,
proportion'd to their sweetness

T. Campbell


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[marie]

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Freedom and Love ~

How delicious is the winning,
of a kiss at love's beginning.
when two mutual hearts are sighing
for the knot there's no untying !

yet remember, 'midst your wooing,
love has bliss, but love has ruing;
other smiles may make you fickle;
tears for other charms may tickle.

love he comes and love he tarries,
just as fate or fancy carries;
longest stays, when sorest chidden;
laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.

bind the sea to slumber stilly,
bind its odour to the lily,
bind the aspen ne'er to quiver
then bind love to last for ever.

love's a fire that needs renewal,
of fresh beauty for its fuel:
love's wing moults when caged and captured,
only free, he soars enraptured.

can you keep the bee from ranging,
or the ringdove's neck from changing?
no ! nor fetter'd love from dying
in the knot there's no untying.


T.Campbell

[marie]

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Happy Insensibility ~

In a drear-nighted December,
too happy, happy tree,
thy branches ne'er remember
their green felicity:

the north cannot undo them
with a sleety whistle through them,
not frozen thawings glue them
from budding at the prime.

In a drear-nighted December,
too happy happy brook,
thy bubblings ne'er remember
apollo's summer look;
but with a sweet forgetting
they stay their crystal fretting,
never never petting
about the frozen time.

Ah, would 'twere so with many
a gentle girl and boy !
but were there ever any
writhed not at passéd joy ?

to know the change and feel it,
when there is none to heal it
not numbéd sense to steel it -
was never said in rhyme


J. Keats

[stoneylonesome]

Marie you've given me so much to read and such wonderful fitting photo's to go with them, I have not read all as of yet but I will, What kind of bird is that?

here is my feeble attempt to fit a photo to a poem, one of my favorite, I hope you enjoy it. I was almost tempted to post this on the share photos site, But I figure we're bring to much culture as it is :D :D :D

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Robert Frost

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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I hope you enjoy :) :)

[marie]

"The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep "

Sandy,that is beautiful :)

it really is just beautiful
the picture and the verse, what a lovely sight .
the snow scenes look so wonderful.
you took a great picture.

thank you very much for putting them together.
Robert Frost is a fitting name also :)

I love both the picture and the verse.
hopefully you will have many more.
( and it looks like a snowman is in there,
to the left behind the trees ??? )

what a lovely lovely lovely sight
and the words to match
thank you

:)

marie

oops
nearly forgot what you asked
.... the bird above is a little fat starling :D :D

[stoneylonesome]

OK one more from Robert Frost

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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Now I must find the Raven Nevermore :D :D :D
and get a photo, maybe Rocky has one he can loan me :D :D :D

[CyberDyneSystems]

marie wrote:
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Freedom and Love ~

How delicious is the winning,
of a kiss at love's beginning.
when two mutual hearts are sighing
for the knot there's no untying !

yet remember, 'midst your wooing,
love has bliss, but love has ruing;
other smiles may make you fickle;
tears for other charms may tickle.

love he comes and love he tarries,
just as fate or fancy carries;
longest stays, when sorest chidden;
laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.

bind the sea to slumber stilly,
bind its odour to the lily,
bind the aspen ne'er to quiver
then bind love to last for ever.

love's a fire that needs renewal,
of fresh beauty for its fuel:
love's wing moults when caged and captured,
only free, he soars enraptured.

can you keep the bee from ranging,
or the ringdove's neck from changing?
no ! nor fetter'd love from dying
in the knot there's no untying.


T.Campbell



I love this shot!

Looks as if they may be about to ..

.."make the Beast with two backs"...


//also Billy Shakespeare :)

[marie]

Sandy
that is beautiful.
thanks for sharing the complete verse
its really nice.
your lovely photograph is only opening half way for me
am not too sure if its the computer, but a few times I noticed that it is taking a while to download

what I do see of your picture is beautiful.
( and what else have you up your sleeve ? )

very short time later >
Sandy, the whole picture is there for me to see now
its a beautiful shot
~ thanks
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Cyber, many thanks for your comments.
that picture is a firm favourite of mine also.
I love how she thinks the world of him
(as far as I can see anyway :D )

:)

marie



the following is from the early love poems of
W.B Yeats



~ He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
~ Tread softly because you tread on my dreams ~


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from the early love poems of
W.B Yeats

(the last line is a wowie, I think )

:)

[new girl on the bloc]

very cool thread. for me it is loading ultra slow with all of the photos though, with my dial-up connection :(

i love the photo of the sleeping woman in the striped chair - it is a winner!

And Sandy, that is one of my favorite poems and what a lovely photo to go with it. I have always marveled at how interesting life is with taking the path less trodden!

[stoneylonesome]

new girl on the bloc wrote:
very cool thread. for me it is loading ultra slow with all of the photos though, with my dial-up connection :(

i love the photo of the sleeping woman in the striped chair - it is a winner!

And Sandy, that is one of my favorite poems and what a lovely photo to go with it. I have always marveled at how interesting life is with taking the path less trodden!



I knew you couldn't pass this one up :D :D now find a poem and post a pic :)

P.S I know the problem with dial-up I just couldn't take it any more and SBC had a promo for a year if you're a total SBC phone customer so I signed up for DSL it's great and almost half the cost of the Comcast cable broadband and just a little more than what my dial up was.

[stoneylonesome]

Marie I loved the Yeats poem and you are so right about the last line, "tread softly because you tread on my dreams" very powerful " we are but the stuff that dreams are made of"

now where is that Raven Nevermore? :D :D

[marie]

"now where is that Raven Nevermore? "
sandy quote

[stoneylonesome]

Lovely Ravens, I Guess! That wasn't your lunch was it :D :D
Poe's the Raven is a little wordy so I've changed to a Kilmer poem I like

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:D

Trees:

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
------------------------------------------------
Enjoy and have wonderful day :) :)

[stoneylonesome]

I'm on a roll now :D I don't know if this is a fitting picture or not, I kind of think so, for a short poem from Emily Dickenson, That I use all the time at least the first 2 lines :D :D

I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

http://www.bytephoto.com/photopost/data/500/574nobody-med.jpg?5929

It's just that she looks so alone, probably not feeling to important, out there in the garden picking all those veggies....

[marie]

Sandy

I love those poems you have here very much....
very very very much

(time for a grin)

:)

I love your pictures.
that tree shot is very special.
its a wonderful looking beauty
I remember well how and when you got it
and the other shot is perfect for the poem
its lovely and what you say along with it

you will kill me for these pictures added with this one
I may take off the lovely leggy ravens :D
just to leave more space ?
thanks for the lovely words and 'music' (pics) :D

I didn't realise last night (until later and it was very late) after I said I took off some pictures...
that I had just added on two more :D
:)

marie

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I Remember I Remember ~


I remember, I remember
the house where I was born,
the little window where the sun came creeping in at morn;




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He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wished the night
Had borne my breath away


I remember I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets, and the lily cups,
Those flowers made of light !

The lilacs where the robin built,
and where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday-
the tree is living yet


I remember, I remember
where I used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh,
To swallows on the wing;

My spirits flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool,
the fever on my brow.


I remember, I remember,
The fir trees dark and high,
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;

It was childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy,
To know I'm farther off from Heaven,
Then when I was a boy

Thomas Hood



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[stoneylonesome]

Great and fitting verse for the photos. Beautiful country side on the first one, where is that? And the suprise ending with the picture of the little boy. Fits well with the poem. Now of to Shake 2 :D :D

[marie]

Many thanks Sandy

the little house with the mountains all around it is not too far from here at all.

:)

best wishes
marie