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[Arnfinn]

Hello, hello, hello...

Thanks Lori for accepting me late contribution.

The next line.

'And here, man, here's the wreath I've made'

A.E. Housman  A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2


Just a thought, ya dont hav ta use this line if ya dont think it fits the situation kinda thing.

Yeeeeeeha.

Sixth line second verse:


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
    Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  


New stanza next anyone?  :hsdance:  :claps:

[Cleo_Serapis]

First line, third verse:


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
from A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Why, having won her, do I woo?

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
    Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) The Married Lover by Coventry Patmore
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling


 

[Cybele]

(argh! ) I messed up by missing out a lump, sorry folks.
Back to normal

Revision on Line 6

Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view

Paradise Lost by John Milton





Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.


1) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
2) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
3) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
   Shakespeare
4) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
5) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
6) Paradise Lost by John Milton
7) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
8) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
9) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) The Good Morrow by John Donne

Lori, Arn, my last line verse one stands out like a sore thumb and this is developing into a very philosophical poem. Okay if I find a replacement more fitting to the piece?
Verse two is very interesting isn't it?

[Cleo_Serapis]

Sure Grace - whatever you like..

[Cleo_Serapis]

For stanza 3, line 3:

With a despotic sway all giant minds.
from The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.
With a despotic sway all giant minds


01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
   Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) The Good Morrow by John Donne
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe

[Guest_Toumai_*]

This is very interesting to watch unfolding  :read:

Fran

[Cybele]

Hi Fran,

Hope you had a lovely holiday. Thanks for dropping in. Want to play?  

Lori, Arnie. I am tearing my hair out trying to find a rhyme with soules.

Any ideas of shall I change it?

[Guest_Toumai_*]

Hi, Grace

Hope you had a lovely holiday. Thanks for dropping in. Want to play?

Yes, it was a wonderful trip, thanks, Grace.  :sun:

Erm ... since my sum-knowledge of poetry before joining MM was some very dirty limmericks courtesy of my late mother-in-law, I don't think I'd add much sensible - but thanks for the invite; much appreciated.

Hugs,

Fran

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Fran and Grace!

TY!

Sure Grace- I edited the S1L6 change you made - is that the only change thus far?

Cheers!
Cleo :)

[Cybele]

Hello Lori,

Yes, the only change so far. It is now more in keeping with the rest of the verse.
I shall now look for a second line for verse three~ unless someone has already found one?  

[Cleo_Serapis]

Sounds good Grace!

Cleo

[Arnfinn]

EH, wots going on eear...

Wot lines ave we got for third verse


Is these them


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
And now good morrow to our waking soules.
With a despotic sway all giant minds


We has got too findus sumthin wi tah rhyme we SOULES..GAAAAAAAAAAH! Shock

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeha ha ha.

I've found rhymes  WHOOOPeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
.
After fifteen volumes of poetry and 15 million 2 hundred and twenty eight thousand six hundred and forty three words................ There they are!
 :detective:  :detective:  :detective:  :detective:  :detective:


John Greenleaf Whittier  'The Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk'

Verse 7  line 4

'We have kindled the coals'

or an alternative, which I thought was rather long.

Thomas Moore   'At the mid hour of night'.

Verse 2 line 5

' And, as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls'.


So I'll leave it up to you Lori...



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie the sleuth, uncouth, the unpolished poet DA DA DE dedarde da da............................Arnie theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Finn.  :troy:


 :troy:  :wizard:  :wizard:

[Cybele]

Oh Arnnie!  

I've told yer 50 million times not to exaggerate!!  

Great sleuthing by the way, but the first is too short and the next too long, so can we hold fire a mo while I check my 76,392 reference books
fer a bit of iambic pentameter?

I'm toddling off now with me sangers in a red spotted hanky on a stick, ter seek me fortune among the long dead poets. I shall return!

[Cybele]

[b]Stanza three, new second line, sorry folks, I chickened out.  :(

O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
Death by James Leigh Hunt


Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds

01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
  Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe

[Cybele]

Hi Lori, Arn,

Making up for my sins!


Line 4 stanza 3

Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye  

Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge




Now we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
 Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Cleo_Serapis]

How lovely Grace!

Well done...

Arnie? Are you up next? :p

[Arnfinn]

Hi Lori,

Whot we got,

Befores I go ta check out wot I can find for another line. I was think'n (sometimes me brain does that) anyway when I find a poetry line that dont fit sorta thingo- perhaps I could + or - me own words or take a few off  :devil: I'm going through poetry books of poets I've never heard of. he, he. Bet no-ones heard or Ernest Throgemorten or Cicely Scragragget.

Nah! I can see by Lori tappin her foot and the frown on her face that I can count that one out.  :troy:  :troy:


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye


Oh, goody my turn to lead on the dance floor  :p  So's I can put what I like as long as its all pent-up.

Ok been checkin me sillybells....hmm i think :pharoah2  :troy:

'With 'welcome to the world' yet understand'


Robert Graves

To Lucia at Birth

V 1 L3


f a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye
With 'welcome to the world' yet understand



Arnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnie you know who.








 :wizard:  :wizard:

[Cybele]

Arnniiiee  

You make mock of Cicely Scragragget? My all time favourite poet.

How well I remember reciting her jewels at school.

My all time fav was

I feed the birds, it makes me happy
and, though it may seem quite bizarre
Oh! how I wish they'd wear a nappy
when flying over my *£$X*~#!! car


P.S The nuns never told me how to pronounce *£$X*~# .  

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hmmmm, I think we should perhpas end this one and start a second poem since Arnniiieeeee    changed the rhyme scheme on this last post? I could make it a couplet ending? Then we need a title.

So far, we have..

If a clod be washed away by the sea
With no one to see. It's only oblivion, true:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
A willow-bough, distilling odorous dew,
In withered husks of some dead memory.
Say first, for Heav'n hides nothing from thy view.

The sky is changed to brass, the earth to sand;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
And if I dreamed, I dreamed of that far land,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade.
The accuser of sins by my side doth stand,
And here, man, here's the wreath I've made.

Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...

Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born



01) For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne
02) The Old Fools (Philip Larkin)
03) Sonnet I: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase, William
 Shakespeare
04) ENDYMION (book 11) S420: John Keats
05) Desespoir by Oscar Wilde
06) Paradise Lost by John Milton
07) The Poet's Calendar (July) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
08) From Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
09) The Search For The Nightingale by W.F.Turner
10) In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke
11) I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake
12) A SHROPSHIRE LAD  XLIV   V7 L/2 by A.E. Housman  
13) A Legend of Truth by Rudyard Kipling
14) Death by James Leigh Hunt
15) The Coliseum by Edgar Allan Poe
16) Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
17) To Lucia at Birth by Robert Graves

[Arnfinn]

Nah! Dont be a silly Billy Lori

So I was a bel out, (got line two) of Bobby Graves and a few more in reserve.


Truth rose once more, perforce, to meet mankind,
O, hush -- for He that made us all is by!
With a despotic sway all giant minds
Awed by the stern preceptor's face, mine eye...








'Greets you, among the crowd of the new-born'


I was reading the poetry when Pam got me by the earhole 'n marched me out to the dinner table 'n told me to eat all me vegies or I wouldnt be getting dessert.