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Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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Don - Rita - Ray!!

Tremendous Don your little fingers must have been sore when you finished if you didn’t ’paste’ but it was worth it because, like you Rita, I was enthralled.

The gypsy poem rings a faint bell or I may be getting it mixed up with the song ’ A gypsy rover came over the hill ......and he won the heart of a Lady. It was very enjoyable.  

Ray I loved the train poem’s radiddy-da
rythym, very clever wording but the sailors poem was a joy and very unusual! totally new to me I thouroughly enjoyed it especially as you could almost hear that wonderful accent oohaarrr Cap’in.

Thankyou for the marvellous effort all! and keep ’em coming....Teresa(noH)

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  When you are old and gray and full of sleep
  And nodding by the fire, take down this book
  And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
  Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

  How many loved your moments of glad grace
  And loved your beauty with love false or true
  But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
  And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

  And bending down beside the glowing bars
  Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
  And paced upon the mountains overhead
  And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

  W.B.Yeats


Whenever I read this poem, I think of all the lovely girls that I went out with during my very misspent youth...and feel a little sad !


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Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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Philip,

That was a throat tightener! truly beautiful and one of my favourite poets too.  So I have finally succumbed to temptation and will give you, a small albeit, more understandable: to Sassenachs, poem by Scotland’s Immortal Bard:~

Others seek they know not what
Status, style and all of that
Give me Love in her I court
Love to love is all the sport

Let love sparkle in her eyes
Let her love no man but me
That’s the dowry I prize
There the lover’s treasure lies.

       * * * * * *

This piece was part of my brother’s Marriage Vow’s to his American Lady.

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Another I like....is there a moral to this?

THE INCHCAPE ROCK.

No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was as still as she could be,
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.

Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The waves flow’d over the Inchcape Rock;
So little they rose, so little they fell,
They did not move the Inchcape Bell.

The good old Abbot of Aberbrothok
Had placed that bell on the Inchcape Rock;
On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung,
And over the waves its warning rung.

When the Rock was hid by the surge’s swell,
The mariners heard the warning bell;
And then they knew the perilous Rock,
And blest the Abbot of Aberbrothok.

The sun in heaven was shining gay,
All things were joyful on that day;
The sea-birds scream’d as they wheel’d round,
And there was joyance in their sound.

The buoy of the Inchcape Bell was seen
A darker speck on the ocean green:
Sir Ralph the Rover walk’d his deck,
And he fix’d his eyes on the darker speck.

He felt the cheering power of spring,
It made him whistle, it made him sing;
His heart was mirthful to excess,
But the Rover’s mirth was wickedness.

His eye was on the Inchcape float;
Quoth he, "My men, put out the boat,
And row me to the Inchcape Rock,
And I’ll plague the priest of Aberbrothok."

The boat is lower’d, the boatmen row,
And to the Inchcape Rock they go;
Sir Ralph bent over from the boat,
And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float.

Down sunk the bell, with a gurgling sound,
The bubbles rose and burst around;
Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the Rock
Won’t bless the Abbot of Aberbrothok."

Sir Ralph the Rover sail’d away
He scour’d the seas for many a day;
And now grown rich with plunder’d store,
He steers his course for Scotland’s shore.

So thick a haze o’erspreads the sky
They cannot see the sun on high;
The wind hath blown a gale all day,
At evening it hath died away.

On the deck the Rover takes his stand,
So dark it is they see no land,
Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon,
For there is the dawn of the rising moon."

"Canst hear," said one, "the breakers roar?
For methinks we should be near the shore;
Now where we are I cannot tell,
But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell."

They hear no sound, the swell is strong;
Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along,
Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock;
Cried they, "It is the Inchcape Rock!"

Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair,
He curst himself in his despair;
The waves rush in on every side,
The ship is sinking beneath the tide.

But even in his dying fear
One dreadful sound could the Rover hear,
A sound as if, with the Inchcape Bell,
The fiends below were ringing his knell.

— ROBERT SOUTHEY.


I add Aberbrothok is Arbroath, and Inchape is also known as Bell Rock.


 

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Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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Wow! that was like reading a thriller - and again I have never heard or read it before!.  Thanks for that one, keep ’em coming.

Cheers the noo!  Teresa(noH)

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