Ale was being brewed here before the Romans came and ale houses trading before the Normans arrived. We used to think our pubs were indestructible and I suppose many... more
There was a time when a picture of this kind would have put the fear of god in children, but with the films of Harry Potter and Doctor Who, and their use of graphics they seem pretty tame. Arthur Rackham designed this picture for John Milton's "... more
I had to laugh at this. There is the classy English accent, as in Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie. Many people lose their regional accent when they go to university, making it impossible to tell what part of the British Isles they originally come from.... more
TO MY OAKIE. ~~~~I Would Live in Your Love by Sara Teasdale~~~~~ I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes; I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
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Einstien.
Zee theory of zee love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ VITAE SUMMA BREVIS SPEM NOS VETAT INCOHARE LONGHAM (The brief sum of life forbids us the hope of enduring long - Horace) They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate: I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes Within a dream. Ernest Dowson. GENIUS PYTHAGORAS. nbsp;
PEACE COMES DRIPPING SLOW. MOZART'S LACRIMOSA & LUX ETERNA.
x ~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~ ~~~~*~~~~~~~~~ THE MOON SHINES BRIGHT, IN SUCH A NIGHT AS THIS WHEN THE SWEET WIND DID GENTLY KISS THE TREES. AND THEY DID MAKE NO NOISE IN SUCH A NIGHT. ~~~~*~~~~*~~~~THE MERCHANT OF VENICE ~~~~*~~~~*~~~ September has come, it is hers Whose vitality leaps in the autumn, Whose nature prefers Trees without leaves and a fire in the fire-place; So I give her this month and the next Though the whole of my year should be hers who has rendered already So many of its days intolerable or perplexed But so many more so happy; Who has left a scent on my life and left my walls Dancing over and over with her shadow, Whose hair is twined in all my waterfalls And all of London littered with remembered kisses. ~~~~~~~~*~~~ ~~ VITAI LAMPADA There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- Ten to make and the match to win -- A bumping pitch and a blinding light, An hour to play and the last man in. And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat, Or the selfish hope of a season's fame, But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote -- 'Play up! play up! and play the game!' The sand of the desert is sodden red, -- Red with the wreck of a square that broke; -- The Gatling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far, and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: 'Play up! play up! and play the game!' This is the word that year by year, While in her place the School is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. This they all with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind -- 'Play up! play up! and play the game!' Sir Henry Newbolt (1862-1938)
Ale was being brewed here before the Romans came and ale houses trading before the Normans arrived. We used to think our pubs were indestructible and I suppose many... more
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