Month: July 2016

Water Ballad

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Come hither, gently rowing,
Come, bear me quickly o’er
This stream so brightly flowing
To yonder woodland shore.
But vain were my endeavour
To pay thee, courteous guide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I’d have thee by my side.

Good boatman, prithee haste thee,
I seek my father-land. —
Say, when I there have placed thee,
Dare I demand thy hand?
A maiden’s head can never
So hard a point decide;
Row on, row on, for ever
I’d have thee by my side.

The happy bridal over
The wanderer ceased to roam,
For, seated by her lover,
The boat became her home.
And they still sang together
As steering o’er the tide:
Row on through wind and weather
For ever by my side.

 

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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31st July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1962 Wesley Snipes (actor)

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Died:

2009 Sir Bobby Robson (English footballer and manager)

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On This Day:

1917 3rd Battle of Ypres commences

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Have a good Sunday, 31st July

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Lines Written After A Walk Before Supper

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Tho’ much averse, dear Jack, to flicker,
To find a likeness for friend V—-ker,
I’ve made, thro’ earth, and air, and sea,
A voyage of discovery!
And let me add (to ward off strife)
For V—-kers, and for V—-kers’ wife–
She, large and round, beyond belief,
A superfluity of beef!
Her mind and body of a piece,
And both composed of kitchen-grease.
In short, dame Truth might safely dub her
Vulgarity enshrined in blubber!
He, meagre bit of littleness,
All snuff, and musk, and politesse;
So thin, that strip him of his clothing,
He’d totter on the edge of nothing!
In case of foe, he well might hide
Snug in the collops of her side.
Ah then, what simile will suit?
Spindle leg in great jack-boot?
Pismire crawling in a rut,
Or a spigot in a butt?
Thus I humm’d and ha’d awhile,
When Madam Memory, with a smile,
Thus touched my ear–‘Why sure, I ween,
In London streets thou oft hast seen
The very image of this pair:
A little ape, with huge she bear
Linked by hapless chain together:
An unlicked mass the one — the other
An antic huge with nimble crupper’–
But stop, my Muse! for here comes supper.

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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30th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1818 Emily Bronte (novelist)

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Died:

1898 Otto Von Bismark (German Chancellor)

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On This Day:

1898 Will Kellogg invents corn flakes

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Have a good Saturday, 30th July

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Domestic Peace

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Tell me, on what holy ground
May domestic peace be found?
Halcyon daughter of the skies,
Far on fearful wing she flies,
From the pomp of scepter’d state,
From the rebel’s noisy hate.
In a cottaged vale she dwells
List’ning to the Sabbath bells!
Still around her steps are seen,
Spotless honor’s meeker mien,
Love, the sire of pleasing fears,
Sorrow smiling through her tears,
And conscious of the past employ,
Memory, bosom-spring of joy.

 

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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29th July – On This Day In History

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Born:

1883 Benito Mussolini (Italian dictator)

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Died:

1983 David Niven (actor)

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On This Day:

1907 Boy Scouts formed by Sir Robert Baden Powell

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Have a good Friday, 29th July

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Ode To Tranquility

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Tranquillity! thou better name
Than all the family of Fame!
Thou ne’er wilt leave my riper age
To low intrigue, or factious rage;
For oh! dear child of thoughtful Truth,
To thee I gave my early youth,
And left the bark, and blest the steadfast shore,
Ere yet the tempest rose and scared me with its roar.

Who late and lingering seeks thy shrine,
On him but seldom, Power divine,
Thy spirit rests! Satiety
And Sloth, poor counterfeits of thee,
Mock the tired worldling. Idle hope
And dire remembrance interlope,
To vex the feverish slumbers of the mind:
The bubble floats before, the spectre stalks behind.

But me thy gentle hand will lead
At morning through the accustomed mead;
And in the sultry summer’s heat
Will build me up a mossy seat;
And when the gust of Autumn crowds,
And breaks the busy moonlight clouds,
Thou best the thought canst raise, the heart attune,
Light as the busy clouds, calm as the gliding moon.

The feeling heart, the searching soul,
To thee I dedicate the whole!
And while within myself I trace
The greatness of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man–
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!

 

– Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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