Month: February 2018

On The Sea

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It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.
Often ’tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody—
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired!

 

– John Keats

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28th February – On This Day In History

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Born:

1906 Bugsy Siegel (gangster and casino operator in Las Vegas)

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Died:

2016 Frank Kelly (actor – Father Ted)

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On This Day:

1983 Final episode of the TV series M*A*S*H airs

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Have a good Wednesday, 28th February

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To Solitude

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O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, —
Nature’s observatory — whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
‘Mongst boughs pavilion’d, where the deer’s swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,
Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

 

– John Keats

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27th February – On This Day In History

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Born:

1807 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Poet)

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Died:

1892 Louis Vuitton (founder of Louis Vuitton brand of leather goods)

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On This Day:

1844 Dominican Republic gains independence (from Haiti) 

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Have a good Tuesday, 27th February

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This Living Hand

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This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood
So in my veins red life might stream again,
And thou be conscience-calmed – see here it is –
I hold it towards you.

 

– John Keats

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26th February – On This Day In History

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Born:

1802 Victor Hugo (author – “Les Miserables”)

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Died:

2014 Frank Reed (singer – soul music)

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On This Day:

1993 World Trade Center, New York, is bombed (truck bomb in the parking garage)

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Have a good Monday, 26th February

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The Human Seasons

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Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness–to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

 

– John Keats

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