hmmmm
can't get this poem out of my head- it might be by Savage, Clough or Arnold. @ any rate it's one of the Rugby poets... i also might be mis-quoting so i apologise profusely!!
Lx
'and these lay these world away/ pour forth the sweet red wine of youth'
or something similar, haven't a clue what it's called!
The dead ?
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The Dead
Rupert Brooke
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old,
But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold
These laid the world away; poured out the red
Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be
Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene,
That men call age; and those who would have been,
Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth,
Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain.
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And Nobleness walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.
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and a quote :
A book may be compared to your neighbor:
if it be good, it cannot last too long;
if bad, you cannot get rid of it too early.
Fish and Visitors stink after three days. Benjamin Franklin
hey thanks for sorting out my Brooke dilemma!! as Auden suggested Brooke was certainly 'local, but prized 'elsewhere'
another book related quote for you, which i thought of whilst reading those turgid Dan Brown novels which seem to be in the bestseller list constantly:
'This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force'
Dorothy Parker
hey, whoever quotes Miss Dottie becomes my lifelong friend !
lol
glad to oblige, she was ace wasn't she!?!?!
'i don't care what is written about me, as long as it isn't true'
btw- i'm louise-ann
do you have another name- mystery poster & dorothy fan?? or is it ilza?
Lx
nope, my name IS ilza
cool
hey Ilza-
are you a student ? or just a poetry afficionado ??
i'm only recently not a student- although am going back to do my ph.d in september!
this is my poem for the day, it's by coventry patmore (little known poet from my neack of the woods)... not sure where you're from i'm english & from place called essex just outside of london. Patmore was also an essex boy, however he had little success until his death (essex has no notoriety for the arts sadly!)
The Revelation
An idle poet, here and there,
Looks around him; but, for all the rest,
The world, unfathomably fair,
Is duller than a witling's jest.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach,
They read with joy, then shut the book.
And some give thanks, and some blaspheme
And most forget; but, either way,
That and the Child's unheeded dream
Is all the light of all their day.
think there's certainly a truism in that!!!
have a great w/e!!!
Loux