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Tregeagle

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About Tregeagle

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  • Birthday 19/08/1951

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  • Biography
    Happily retired
  • Location
    Rendlesham, Suffolk
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    Reading, gardening, cinema, good food.
  1. Can I confess to an abiding and deeply felt detestation of "The Wind in the Willows" - especially the "Piper at the Gates of Dawn" chapter... Loathed it all! Sorry ........
  2. Sounds like someone like Walter de la Mare ... Am I warm? Don't know the poem though.
  3. On the assumption that I'm right, try: "Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind ... ... And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written her fair neck round about: 'Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am, And wild to hold, though I seem tame'."
  4. That would be "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" by Robert Service, I think
  5. Yes, thank you, Angel. I can remember being very moved by the musical version of "Ballad for Katherine", although I'm afraid I can't remember for the life of me whom I heard singing it ... I'd love to have details of an album on which it appeared. Any chance?
  6. I dreamt of a world without books And awoke with nightmarish looks For there by my bed I could see only Ted Not my copy of "Rabbit Redux" (A bit feeble, maybe, but not much rhymes with "books" and "looks") New first line: A famed but pretentious old poet
  7. No takers? I thought this would be easy ... perhaps not. The poet was a Yorkshire lad, who learned a wealth of coarse invective from the shipmen of Hull. He later became MP for the port (and, no, it is NOT John Prescott).
  8. The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Elegy written in a country churchyard - Thomas Gray -1750
  9. Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." From "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe
  10. Nothing wrong with old folkies - I'm one too! Yes, Clemo is an acquired taste ... A lot of his imagery is drawn from the landscape around St. Austell, particularly the pits and waste heaps associated with the china clay industry in that area. His most famous is probably "Christ in the Claypit" - very appropriate for this time of year. Clemo's muscular Christianity can be a bit austere, and he's not in the same rank as Causley for me either - but, if I'm in the right mood, I enjoy his evocation of place.
  11. O.K., thank you, David; I'll have a go. I'm feeling very spring-like today, given the glorious weather outside, so here's a snippet of something lush! I think it's pretty easy, so I'm sure someone will recognise it: "What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass."
  12. I've only just joined the forums (today), but can I have a brownie point for saying I would have recognised Causley's "Ballad for Katherine of Aragon"??? I love the poem, and can remember hearing a version of it set to music at the Pipers Folk Club in St. Buryan almost 40 years ago ... As a Cornish girl, I have great affection for Causley, and for another Cornish poet, Jack Clemo. Anyone else remember him?
  13. What thing is love? for sure love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal, Whose flame creeps in at every hole; And as my wit doth best devise, Love's dwelling is in ladies' eyes, From whence do glance love's piercing darts, That make such holes into our hearts; And all the world herein accord, Love is a great and mighty lord; And when he list to mount so high, With Venus he in heaven doth lie, And evermore hath been a god, Since Mars and she played even and odd. "What Thing is Love?" by George Peele
  14. I have just joined the forum, having found it via Google. I am female, retired and living in Suffolk (near Woodbridge). My reading tastes are fairly eclectic: I enjoy classics and contemporary novels, biography, travel writing, children's books - you name it. I will try anything, but have given myself permission not to finish anything that I don't enjoy and not to feel guilty about it! At the moment, I have just finished Andrea Levy's "Small Island" (which I thoroughly enjoyed and would heartily recommend). Perhaps someone could tell me how to upload an avatar (my "Edit Avatar" scr
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