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February 1, 2016
Happy St.Brigid’s Day
Title: St. Brigid’s Day, February 1, marks the start of Celtic spring Author: Irish Central Full Text & Source: http://www.irishcentral.com/roots/st-... The Internet, Online, 1/02/2016 Sample Text: Imbolc, also known as the Feast of Brigid, celebrates the arrival of longer, warmer … Continue reading →
Library Poem by Julia Donaldson
Everyone is welcome to walk through the door. It really doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor. There are books in boxes and books on shelves. They’re free for you to borrow, so help yourselves. Come and meet your heroes, … Continue reading →
The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees. It is underneath the … Continue reading →
Binsey Poplars by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that swam or … Continue reading →
January 31, 2016
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes By Thomas Moore
Erin! the tear and the smile in thine eyes Blend like the rainbow that hangs in thy skies, Shining through sorrow’s stream, Saddening through pleasure’s beam, Thy suns with doubtful gleam, Weep while they rise. Erin, thy silent tear never … Continue reading →
An Argument By Thomas Moore
I’ve oft been told by learned friars, That wishing and the crime are one, And Heaven punishes desires As much as if the deed were done. 2 If wishing damns us, you and I Are damned to all our heart’s … Continue reading →
January 30, 2016
Friendship By Alexander Pushkin
What’s friendship? The hangover’s faction, The gratis talk of outrage, Exchange by vanity, inaction, Or bitter shame of patronage. Tagged: Alexander Pushkin, friendship, poem, poetry
After Prayers Lie Cold By C S Lewis
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven. Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go, White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow, Undress with small, cold fingers … Continue reading →
January 29, 2016
There Be None of Beautys Daughters By Lord Byron
There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like Thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charm?d ocean’s pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, … Continue reading →
Sun of the Sleepless! By Lord Byron
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show’st the darkness thou canst not dispel, How like art thou to joy remember’d well! So gleams the past, the light of other days, Which shines, but … Continue reading →
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