All's Well that Ends Well - Page 4

Originally posted by: .LilGreenRobot.

This is way out of my league.. I like your other posts better 😆

Haha seems like a common sentiment 😆 😳

Originally posted by: delena90

Another one of my favourites:

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?"
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;"
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

Originally posted by: nautanki_anu

I must admit, I had forgotten this one except for the first 2 lines. I totally imagined those daffodils right now as I read the poem swaying in the breeze by a lake in Wordsworth's hometown😃.

Wordsworth has that effect. I posted another one :-)

Originally posted by: delena90

Wordsworth has that effect. I posted another one :-)

Originally posted by: nautanki_anu

OMG this is The Solitary Reaper by Wordsworth. My fav too. It's all coming back to me now albeit in bits and pieces😃.

I have been told that by many - I don't read 😛

I have an app

It's got all the works

One sonnet:
Let those who are in favor with their stars
Of public honor and proud titles boast,
Whilst I whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook'd for joy in that I honor most.
Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honor rased quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Then happy I that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove, nor be removed.

All this explains why I chose Science over English 😆

Sorry digressing a bit😃. This brought back some memories.

Originally posted by: .LilGreenRobot.

All this explains why I chose Science over English 😆

Same here!
Although it sounds so mystical

Hackers galore.

Originally posted by: nautanki_anu

Sorry digressing a bit😃. This brought back some memories.

In college some of my class mates used to always get confused between William Shakepeare, William Blake and William Wordsworth's poems. So in the exam paper they used to write "William said xyz" and "this is what William meant" etc. The surname was never used as it was confusing😆(I never made such mistakes😎😆)

Mrs. Kulkarni our prof once went ballistic reading all this. She blasted the daylights out of the class by saying "Why is it so difficult to remember the full names of the poets? The poems are lovely. What is this "William William". Such great authors and you'll call them "William" like as though you'll played marbles with them as kids"😡😆.

Some of us burst out laughing 😆. Memories!!!

Haha I was the apple of my English teachers eye. She was this Anglo-Indian lady - Mrs. D'souza. I would be reading books in her class and never be paying attention and she would also pull me up hoping to catch me in a moment where I wouldn't have an explanation and lo I would. And she would grumble, smile under her breath and let me read 😆 she was a very strict lady but I got away with a lot.