Thank you to everyone who has contributed this week. The next topic will be 'Transportation Through the Ages.' but please feel free to decide your own topic. The deadline for contributions is midnight on Thursday 25 February 2021 with publication here on Saturday 27 February 2021.
The next topic will be 'Transportation Through the Ages.'
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Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud The waves beside them danced, but they
That floats on high o'er vales and hills, Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
When all at once I saw a crowd, A poet could not but be gay
A host, of golden daffodils; In such a jocund company;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, I gazed ,and gazed but little thought
Fluttering and dancing In the breeze. What wealth the show to me had brought;
Continuous as the stars that shine For oft, when on my couch I lie
And twinkle on the milky way, In vacant or in pensive mood,
They stretched in never-ending line They flash upon that inward eye
Along the margin of a bay; Which is the bliss of solitude;
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, And then my heart with pleasure fills,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. And dances with the daffodils.
This lovely poem by William Wordsworth was written in 1804 and first published in 1807. Its' words reflect the language used by his sister, Dorothy, in a journal entry describing a walk with her brother on the shores of Ullswater on 15 April 1802.Here is an extract from that journal entry:
'& at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of daffodils along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about & about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed & reeled & danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them.
Shared by (M.G)
Riddle-de-dee Spring
My first is in rag but not in bone In tropic climes the seasons blend
My second is in coin and also in loan Does one begin, another end?
My third is in beer but not in ale But here the falling leaves portend
My fourth is in wind but not in gale A winter's blast tall trees to bend.
My fifth is in nest up high in a tree And darker days and longer nights
The Nation's favourite bird - Woolly gloves and woolly tights.
You must know me! But that will end, and that will bring
Answer next week The annual miracle of Spring.
(C.R.).
One liner alert..........
What do you call two birds in love? Tweethearts! From www.riddles.nu
Shared by (A.R)
Ladybird Ladybird
Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home
the field mouse is gone to her nest
the daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes
and the birds and the bees are at rest
Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home
the glow worm is lighting her lamp
the dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings
will flag with the close clinging damp
Ladybird, Ladybird, fly away home
the fairy bells tinkle afar
make haste or they'll catch you and harness you fast
with a cobweb to Oberon's star.
Ladybird, Ladybird is a traditional nursery rhyme, dating back
to the 18th century in England From All Nursery Rhymes Shared by (L.M)
The Lamb
Stanza One Stanza Two
Little Lamb who made thee Little Lamb I'll tell thee
Dost thou know who made thee Little Lamb I'll tell thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed. He is called by thy name
By the stream & o'er the mead; He became a little child:
Gave thee clothing of delight, I a child & thou a lamb,
Softest clothing wooly bright; We are called by his name.
Gave thee such a tender voice, Little Lamb God bless thee.
Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb God bless thee.
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
This lovely poem by William Blake was included in the Songs of Innocence
published in 1789. Courtesy of Poem Analysis. Shared by (L.M)
Riddle-de-Ree Corner
What bird can lift the heaviest weight?
If twenty blackbirds are on a fence and you shoot one, how many remain?
What bird can write?
Answers: next week From www.riddles.nu Shared by (A.R)
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Extract: 'PROVERBS OF HELL'
You were invited last week to give us your one line interpretation of this line from the
William Blake poem named above. 'No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.'
Here are the responses we have received and a few ideas from the internet:
Use your own belief and ability and you will be able to make strong progress.(J.G)
A person can achieve as high as their abilities allow them to. (T.M)
The essence of the line is the importance of self-belief – trust your own judgement – it's amazing what you can achieve. (M.G)
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Be your own person, don't allow yourself to be bullied.(L.M)
A person will not become conceited or an 'exploiter of people' if they work to earn their success.
A person cannot reach a height they cannot handle if they 'soar with their own wings.'
A person will only go so far on their own, they should look for a mentor to show them the ropes.
You need to use the talent of others and their ideas and then ride over them to get success.
No one can persevere in absolute isolation. The above five statements: Courtesy of 'Quora.'
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