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  1. The Shepherd - William Blake C18 How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lamb's innocent call, And he hears the ewe's tender reply; He is watchful while they are in peace, For they know when their Shepherd is nigh. The Shepherd - William Blake
  2. I, as "meg", was taking it personally should have added a couple of , but thought it was obvious.
  3. There trudges one to a merry-making With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament Is another bent, On whom the rain comes down. One slowly drives his herd to the stall Ere ill befall, On whom the rain comes down. This bears his missives of life and death With quickening breath, On whom the rain comes down. One watches for signals of wreck or war From the hill afar, On whom the rain comes down. No care if he gain a shelter or none, Unhired moves on, On whom the rain comes down. And another knows nought of its chilling fall Upon him aat all, On whom the rain comes down. An Autumn Rain-Scene -Thomas Hardy
  4. The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there my eyes may never see, And so the time lag teases me with how Love that loves now may not reach me until Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful And love arrived may find us somewhere else. Delay - Elizabeth Jennings
  5. Amazon.co.uk (link at the top of the page) has the dvd of A Month In The Country available, at the moment, for £8.40
  6. No Another Country is about the Cambridge spy Guy Burgess. There was a film made of A Month in The Country, but it is no surprise that it was news to Hux, as according to Wikipedia There is a half hour video called Colin Firth's Disappeared Film, A Work Of Art, Saved And Restored After 30 Years, available on YouTube, of Colin Firth talking about the restoration.
  7. Much as Hitchcock did for Rebecca. Now, having both read the book and seen the film several times, I can never remember which ending belongs to the book and which to the film.
  8. 2002 English Passengers - Matthew Knowle Girl at The Lion D’Or (Re-read) - Sebastian Faulks Miss Garnett’s Angel - Sally Vickers The Lost Heart of Asia (Trav) - Colin Thubron Bound Feet & Western Dress (Bio) - Pang -Mei Natasha Chang God Knows - Joseph Heller Aunt Margaret’s Lover (Re-read) - Mavis Cheek The Heart-Shaped Bullet (Bio) - Kathryn Flett Prime Suspect - Lynda La plante Eddie’s Bastard - William Kowalski Clear Light of Day - Anita Desai These is My Words (Bio) - Nancy Turner Atonement - Ian McEwan Changes of Address - Lee Langley Anil’s Ghost - Michael Ondaatje Reading Groups (NF)- Jenny Hartley Dear Friend and Gardener (E) - Beth Chatto & Christopher Lloyd Song of Solomon - Toni Morrison Bad Blood (B) - Lorna Sage ’Tis - Frank McCourt Rebecca’s Tale - Sally Beaumont The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie - Muriel Spark Girl With A Pearl Earring - Tracy Chevalier Interpreter of Maladies (SS) - Jhumpa Lahiri Death In Summer - William Trevor Friend if My Youth(SS) - Alice Munro The Blackwater lightship - Colm Toibin
  9. “To make this condiment, your poet begs The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs; Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve, Smoothness and softness to the salad give. Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl, And, half-suspected, animate the whole. Of mordant mustard add a single spoon, Distrust the condiment that bites so soon; But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault, To add a double quantity of salt. Four times the spoon with oil from Lucca brown, And twice with vineger procured from town; And, lastly, o’er the flavored compound toss A magic soupçon of anchovy sauce. Oh, green and glorious! Oh, herbaceous treat! ‘Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat: Back to the world he’d turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl! Serenely full, the epicure would say, “Fate cannot harm me, I have dined to-day.” Salad Recipe -Sydney Smith
  10. Even now I wish that you had been there Sitting beside me on the riverbank: The cob and his pen sailing in rhythm Until their small heads met and the final Heraldic moment dissolved in ripples. This was a marriage and a baptism, A holding of breath, nearly a drowning, Wings spread wide for balance where he trod, Her feathers full of water and her neck Under the water like a bar of light. Swans Mating - Michael Longley.
  11. 2001 Life Isn’t All Ha Ha Hee Hee - Meera Syall Spanish Lessons (Bio) - Derek Lambert Borderland (Hist) - Anna Reid A Positively Final Appearance (Bio) - Alec Guinness Bing Dead - Jim Crace As It Is In Heaven - Niall Williams White Teeth - Zadie Smith Bodily Harm - Margaret Atwood Haroun and The Sea of Stories (Ch) - Salman Rushdie The Women’s Room (Re-read) - Marilyn French The Conversations at Curlow Creek - David Malouf The Orchard on Fire - Shena Macka Blackberry Wine - Joanne Harris The Last Resort - Alison Lurie Once in a House on Fire (Bio)- Andrea Ashwell In The Heart of The Garden - Helene Wiggin The Master and Margarita - Mikhail Bulgakov Wide Sargasso Sea - Jean Rhys Gift From The Sea (Essays) - Anne Morrow Lindbergh Brideshead Revisited (Re-read) - Evelyn Waugh To The Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf Honeymoon in Purdah (Trav) - Alison Wearing The Pilot’s Wife - Anita Shreve
  12. Some men never think of it. You did. You'd come along And say you'd nearly bought me flowers But something had gone wrong. The shop was closed. Or you had doubts - The sort that minds like ours Dream up incessantly. You thought I might not want your flowers. It made me smile and hug you then. Now I can only smile. But, look, the flowers you nearly brought Have lasted all this while. Flowers - Wendy Cope
  13. Possibly not one for "Frances" fans then?
  14. Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother, Night and day, on all things that draw breath, Reign, while time keeps friends with one another Birth and death. Each brow-bound with flowers diverse of wreath, Heaven they hail as father, earth as mother, Faithful found above them and beneath. Smiles may lighten tears, and tears may smother Smiles, for all that joy or sorrow saith: Joy nor sorrow knows not from each other Birth and death. Birth and Death - a roundel by Algernon Charles Swinburne
  15. All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you — I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through; I want God, you, all friends merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure are the goals I seek; I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin; I talk of love — a scholar's parrot may talk Greek, But self-imprisoned, always end where I begin. Only that you now have taught me (but how late!) my lack, I see the chasm; and everything you are was making My heart into a bridge by which I might get back From exile and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking. For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains You give me are more precious than all other gains. As the Ruin Falls -C. S. Lewis
  16. The Elm Tree; A Dream in the Woods. by Thomas Hood ’Twas in a shady Avenue, Where lofty Elms abound — And from a Tree There came to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmur’d overhead, And sometimes underground. Amongst the leaves it seem’d to sigh, Amid the boughs to moan; It mutter’d in the stem, and then The roots took up the tone; As if beneath the dewy grass The dead began to groan. No breeze there was to stir the leaves; No bolts that tempests launch, To rend the trunk or rugged bark; No gale to bend the branch; No quake of earth to heave roots, That stood so stiff and staunch. No bird was preening up aloft, To rustle with its wing; No squirrel, in its sport or fear. From bough to bough to spring. The solid bole Had ne’er a hole To hide a living thing! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl, The martin, bat, Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl, Nor ivy nooks so apt to shroud The moping, snoring owl. But still the sound was in my ear, A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmur’d overhead, And sometimes underground — ’Twas in a shady Avenue Where lofty Elms abound. The first six stanzas of the 79 stanza poem The Elm Tree; A Dream in the Woods by Thomas Hood The complete poem can be found here, and on other sites online
  17. Of all the trees in England, Her sweet three corners in, Only the Ash, the bonnie Ash Burns fierce while it is green. Of all the trees in England, From sea to sea again, The Willow loveliest stoops her boughs Beneath the driving rain. Of all the trees in England, Past frankincense and myrrh, There's none for smell, of bloom and smoke, Like Lime and Juniper. Of all the trees in England, Oak, Elder, Elm and Thorn, The Yew alone burns lamps of peace For them that lie forlorn. Trees - Walter de la Mare
  18. Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met, And cloistered in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. The Flea - John Donne
  19. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street; Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark — Brandy for the Parson, Baccy for the Clerk; Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, While the Gentlemen go by! Running round the woodlump if you chance to find Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine, Don't you shout to come and look, nor use 'em for your play. Put the brishwood back again — and they'll be gone next day! If you see the stable-door setting open wide; If you see a tired horse lying down inside; If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore; If the lining's wet and warm — don't you ask no more! If you meet King George's men, dressed in blue and red, You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said. If they call you "pretty maid," and chuck you 'neath the chin, Don't you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one's been! Knocks and footsteps round the house — whistles after dark — You've no call for running out till the house-dogs bark. Trusty's here, and Pincher's here, and see how dumb they lie — They don't fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by! If you do as you've been told, 'likely there's a chance, You'll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France, With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood — A present from the Gentlemen, along o' being good! Five and twenty ponies, Trotting through the dark — Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk; Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie — Watch the wall, my darling, While the Gentlemen go by! A Smuggler's Song - Rudyard Kipling
  20. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley-sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. The Lady of Shalott , part III - Alfred Lord Tennyson
  21. It all reads as though it has been mangled by a translation app.
  22. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. From Variations on the Word Love - Margaret Atwood
  23. Well, Maya Angelou had to follow that! The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Last stanza of Caged Bird - Maya Angelou
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