In the spring flourish Cydonian quince-trees,
watered from flowing rivers where stands the inviolate garden of the Maidens,
and vine-blossoms growing under the shady vine-branches;
but for me love rests at no season:
like the Thracian north wind blazing with lightning rushing from the Cyprian with parching fits of madness, dark and shameless, it powerfully shakes my heart from the roots.
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.
Robert W Service
The following lines are from my favourite poem of his.
I hope it is not too long to be quoted, host please abbreviate it if needed
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
TELL me now in what hidden way is
Lady Flora the lovely Roman?
Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,
Neither of them the fairer woman?
Where is Echo, beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere,--
She whose beauty was more than human? . . .
But where are the snows of yester-year?
(translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
(Characters, events, places, famous words and phrases etc, including from stories within the story. Avoid real-life connections to the work, eg. "Conniving Carroll", unless absolutely nothing can be found in the text.)
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keening Keats
On yonder hill there stood a coo,
it’s no there noo,
it must have shifted.
🏴 🏞️🐄
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.
(Technically, maybe not Bosie's actual title, but close enough.)
The following lines are from my favourite poem of his.
I hope it is not too long to be quoted, host please abbreviate it if needed
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
TELL me now in what hidden way is
Lady Flora the lovely Roman?
Where's Hipparchia, and where is Thais,
Neither of them the fairer woman?
Where is Echo, beheld of no man,
Only heard on river and mere,--
She whose beauty was more than human? . . .
But where are the snows of yester-year?
(translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
Emanuel Xavier - Latino poet who deserves a wider audience
have we done birds?
(sorry, couldn't resist)
[BTW - why do I keep getting X?]
I've taken a moderate share of X also; I suspect we dive in while others wait
And now...
Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass
(Characters, events, places, famous words and phrases etc, including from stories within the story. Avoid real-life connections to the work, eg. "Conniving Carroll", unless absolutely nothing can be found in the text.)