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John's Quiet Corner
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For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it - Ivan Panin. Monday, May 2, 2011. The Garden at Bayou Bend, Houston, Texas. If it's drama that you sigh for, plant a garden and you'll get it. You will know the thrill of battle, fighting foes that will beset it. If you long for entertainment and for pageantry most glowing,. What is so sweet and dear. As a prosperous morn in May,. Http:/ lets...
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taking the one less travelled by: April 2015
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Taking the one less travelled by. The road less travelled is sometimes fraught with barricades, bumps and uncharted terrain. But it is on that road where your character is truly tested. And have the courage to accept that you’re not perfect. Nothing is and no one is - and that’s OK. (Katie Couric). Thursday, April 30, 2015. Opportunity may knock only once but temptation leans on the door bell. Oprah Winfrey b.1954. From "Cider With Rosie" - Laurie Lee 1914-97. I remember, I remember,. The fever on my bro...
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The Poetry Path
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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, December 12, 2014. THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-82. The tide rises, the tide falls,. The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;. Along the sea-sands damp and brown. The traveller hastens toward the town,. And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls,. But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;. The little waves, with their soft, white hands,.
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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page: April 2013
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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Friday, April 26, 2013. Sweet cyder is a great thing,. A great thing to me,. Spinning down to Weymouth town. By Ridgway thirstily,. And maid and mistress summoning. Who tend the hostelry:. O cyder is a great thing,. A great thing to me! I hav...
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taking the one less travelled by: May 2015
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Taking the one less travelled by. The road less travelled is sometimes fraught with barricades, bumps and uncharted terrain. But it is on that road where your character is truly tested. And have the courage to accept that you’re not perfect. Nothing is and no one is - and that’s OK. (Katie Couric). Thursday, May 28, 2015. How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Whose woods these are I think I know. Photograph by...
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taking the one less travelled by
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Taking the one less travelled by. The road less travelled is sometimes fraught with barricades, bumps and uncharted terrain. But it is on that road where your character is truly tested. And have the courage to accept that you’re not perfect. Nothing is and no one is - and that’s OK. (Katie Couric). Thursday, July 16, 2015. A New Poetry Blog begins on Saturday 25th July 2015. POETRY - A PERSONAL CHOICE. Http:/ poetry-apersonalchoice.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). THE ROAD LESS TAKEN.
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The Poetry Path
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Poetry is the universal language which the heart holds with nature and itself (William Hazlitt). Friday, December 19, 2014. The rain-shafts splintered on me. As despondently I strode;. The twilight gloomed upon me. And bleared the blank high-road. Each bush gave forth, when blown on. By gusts in shower and shower,. A sigh, as it were sown on. In handfuls by a sower. A cheerful voice called, nigh me,. 8220;A merry Christmas, friend! There rose a figure by me,. Walking with townward trend,. One last candle...
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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page: July 2015
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The Thomas Hardy Poetry Page. Not from seeing, / What is doing, suffering, being; / Not from noting Life’s conditions, / Not from heeding Time’s monitions; / But in cleaving to the Dream / And in gazing at the Gleam / Whereby gray things golden seem. (Thomas Hardy). Thursday, July 16, 2015. A New Poetry Blog begins on Saturday 25th July 2015. POETRY - A PERSONAL CHOICE. Http:/ poetry-apersonalchoice.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Arabesque - Poetry and Prose. Now that's what I call art.