Posts filed under ‘.rhymes’

Lamentation

May 27, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Oh, the Places You’ll Go!

(more…)

May 15, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

April Come She Will

“April, come she will,
May, she will stay.
June, she’ll changed her tune,
July, she will fly.
August, die she must,”
– A Child’s Nursery Rhyme.

April 28, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

TRAVELER, THERE IS NO ROAD

by Antonio Machad

“Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante, no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.”

Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.

April 20, 2020 at 11:25 pm Leave a comment

A Light exists in Spring

by Emily Dickinson

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

(more…)

March 26, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Four Seasons

Spring is showery, flowery, bowery;

Summer is hoppy, croppy, poppy;

Autumn is wheezy, sneezy, freezy;

Winter is slippy, drippy, nippy.

(more…)

March 6, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

A Nursery Darling

THE NURSERY “ALICE”

CONTAINING TWENTY COLOURED ENLARGEMENTS
FROM
TENNIEL’S ILLUSTRATIONS
TO
“ALICE’S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND”

WITH TEXT ADAPTED TO NURSERY READERS
BY
LEWIS CARROLL

A Mother’s breast:

Safe refuge from her childish fears,

From childish troubles, childish tears,

Mists that enshroud her dawning years!

See how in sleep she seems to sing

A voiceless psalm—an offering

Raised, to the glory of her King,

In Love: for Love is Rest.

A Darling’s kiss:

Dearest of all the signs that fleet

From lips that lovingly repeat

Again, again, their message sweet!

Full to the brim with girlish glee,

A child, a very child is she,

Whose dream of Heaven is still to be

A: Home: for Home is Bliss.

(more…)

February 28, 2020 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Older Posts


Categories