January 2012
1 post
February 2010
5 posts
RJ
WYE VALLEY
April 8, 1963
We began at Chepstow, left on the bridge to walk across the river then up it via Tintern to St. Brieval (it rhymes with revel). The castle at Chepstow was high on a cliff overlooking the Wye & in the haze – the Black Mts. surrounding like coal smoke – its solidity was undiminished; a continuation of the strength of the cliffs. From there we left the river, went...
blake
AH! SUN-FLOWER
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
PLAGUE YEAR
This was an extraordinary case, and I am therefore the more particular in it, because I came so much to the knowledge of it; but there were innumerable such-like cases, and it was seldom that the weekly bill came in but there were two or three put in, ‘frighted’; that is, that may well be called frighted to death. But besides those who were so frighted as to die upon the spot, there...
January 2010
5 posts
Housman
The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea His overcoat for ever, And wears the turning globe.
November 2009
10 posts
THE PRINCESS
I., ll. 12-18: And, truly, waking dreams were, more or less, An old and strange affection of the house. Myself too had weird seizures, Heaven knows what: On a sudden in the midst of men and day, And while I walked and talked as heretofore, I seemed to move among a world of ghosts, and feel myself the shadow of a dream.
Variant lines from the UCL MS: And truly I had glamourish...
Author unknown
On K. W. 3d As I walk’d by my self And talk’d to my self, My self said unto me, Look to thy self, Take care of thy self, For nobody cares for Thee. I answer’d my self, And said to my self, In the self-same Repartee, Look to thy self Or not look to thy self, The self-same thing will be.
