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A different way to say good night.

simple pieces but delightful.

1. Night-Night (Children)

Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.

Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.

Night-night mam
Night-night dad
Night-night Boogie Man
who's not bad.

It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night-night blankie
Night-night bed.

C.J. Heck








2.
Night Night Time

It's night night time
It's night night time
It's night night night night time
It's night night time

Now close your eyes, start counting sheep
Make not a single peep
Soon you'll be drifting off to sleep
With many pleasant dreams to reap

It's night night time
It's night night time
It's night night night night time
It's night night time

Goodbye to the day that has past
Come and gone way too fast
Hello stars in heaven's great vast
Tomorrow will be here at last!

It's night night time
It's night night time
It's night night night night time
It's night night time

Glad my rhyme invoked childhood memories. Will get back tommorrow with one of my own childhood reflections

Yes, that's the one SpanishEyes. Apparently used to sing it with gusto while swinging, much to the gentle amusement of my parents!! Thanks for your good wishes.

nigglynellie

Is this the one you mean.?

HOW do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

Good luck with your move.

Greenfingers, I used to sing that verse when I was a very little girl! also another song called 'How would you like to go up in a Swing?' We are in the process of moving house (I hope!) so life is a bit stressful at the moment, We currently live in Somerset and are planning a move to a much smaller house in Gloucestershire. We need to 'downsize' now we are getting older and the family don't come that much anymore. Only slight problem is that our daughter lives Nr Faringdon, and would have liked us to be closer, but we feel that having found what we like, we could look for ever further down the map, I hear what she says, but feel that perhaps a bit of distance would be a good thing! this is certainly the opinion of our Son!!!

Congratulations Greenfingers you have posted number 200. Well done everyone

always loved this by Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very very like me from his heels up to his head,
And I see him jump before me when I jump into my bed

Some quotes to read, if you enjoy quotes that is. I will not be on here again today as we have visitors, will be back tomorrow
Enjoy your day everyone.


A clever man commits no minor blunders.

How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

It’s good to be clever, but not to show it.

God is clever, but not dishonest.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

Clever people master life; the wise illuminate it and create fresh difficulties.

They have to be clever, cunning, imaginative, dogged and wily, whereas society merely has to lean its weight a little.

To be clever enough to get all that money, one must be stupid enough to want it.

Clever men are good, but they are not the best.

Part three

Rossetti's brother William Michael edited her complete works in 1904. He once said that "Christina's habits of composing were eminently of the spontaneous kind. I question her having ever once deliberated with herself whether or not she would write something or other, and then, after thinking out a subject, having proceeded to treat it in regular spells of work. Instead of this, something impelled her feelings, or "came into her head," and her hand obeyed the dictation. I suppose she scribbled lines off rapidly enough, and afterwards took whatever amount of pains she deemed requisite for keeping them in right form and expression." Rossetti's work has suffered from reductive interpretations, but she is increasingly being reconsidered as a major Victorian poet. Typical for her poems was song like use words and short, irregularly rhymed lines.

A birthday

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot:
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That Paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.

I hope that you have enjoyed reading this.

part 2 re Christina Rossettii

Rossetti's first verses were written in 1842 and printed in the private press of her grandfather. In 1850, under the pseudonym Ellen Alleyne, she contributed seven poems to the short-lived Pre-Raphaelite journal The Germ, which was founded by her brother William Michael and his friends. When the family was in a financial trouble, she helped her mother to keep a school at Frome, Somerset. The school was not a success, and they returned in 1854 to London. Except for two brief visits abroad, she lived with the mother all her life.

Rossetti's deeply religious temperament left its marks on her writing. She was a devout High Anglican, much influenced by the Tractarian, or Oxford, Movement. Rossetti broke engagement to the artist James Collison, an original member of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, when he joined the Roman Catholic church. She also rejected Charles Bagot Cayley for religious reasons.

By the 1880s, recurrent bouts of Graves' disease, a thyroid disorder, had made Rossetti an invalid, and ended her attempts to work as a governess. Rossetti's illness restricted her social life, but she continued to write sonnets and ballads. Especially she was interested the apocalyptic books, and such religious writers as Augustine and Thomas à Kempis. She also admired George Herbert and John Donne. Among her later works are A PAGEANT AND OTHER POEMS (1881), and THE FACE OF THE DEEP (1892). She was considered a possible successor to Alfred Tennyson as poet laureate. To accept the challenge, she wrote a royal elegy. However, Alfred Austin was appointed poet laureate in 1896. Rossetti developed a fatal cancer in 1891, and died in London on December 29, 1894.

In 'After Death', which she wrote in 1849, the poet-speaker lays on a bed, with a shroud on her face, observing the surroundings before the burial. "He did not love me living; but once dead / He pitied me; and very sweet it is / To know he still is warm tho' I am cold." The theme of death appears next year also in her brother's poem 'My Sister's Sleep', (1850), in which death visits a family on a Christmas Eve. Rossetti's best-known work, GOBLIN MARKET AND OTHER POEMS, was published in 1862. The collection established Rossetti as a significant voice in Victorian poetry. The title poem is a cryptic fairy-tale and tells the story of two sisters, Lizzie and Laura, who are tempted the eat the fruit of the goblin men. After eating the fruit, Laura cannot see the goblins. Lizzie, whose refusal have angered the goblins, is attacked by them, and she saves her sister in an act of sacrifice. Laura, longing to taste again the fruit, licks the juices with which Lizzie is covered. "For there is no friend like a sister / In calm or stormy weather." THE PRICE'S PROGRESS, AND OTHER POEMS, appeared in 1866. SING SONG. A NURSERY RHYME BOOK was illustrated by Arthur Hughes in 1872. Rossetti also wrote religious prose works, such as SEEK AND FIND (1879), CALLED TO BE SAINTS (1881) and THE FACE OF THE DEEP (1892).

I also think that Christina wrote beautiful poems. her life history is also very interesting.

Christina (Georgina) Rossetti (1830-1894) - Pseydonym Ellen Alleyne

One of the most important of English woman poets, who was the sister of the painter-poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti, and a member of the Pre-Raphaelite art movement. 'A Birthday,' 'When I Am Dead,' and 'Up-Hill' are probably Rossetti's best-known single works. After a serious illness in 1874, she rarely received visitors or went outside her home. Her favorite themes were unhappy love, death, and premature resignation. Especially her later works deal with somber religious feelings.

Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
(from 'Up-Hill', 1861)

Christina Rossetti was born in London, one of four children of Italian parents. Her father was the poet Gabriele Rossetti (1783-1854), professor of Italian at King's College from 1831. He resigned in 1845 because of blindness. All the four children in the family became writers, Dante Gabriel also gained fame as a painter. Christina was educated at home by her mother, Frances Polidori, a former governess, an Anglican of devout evangelical bent. She shared her parents' interest in poetry and was portrayed in the paintings and drawings of the Pre-Raphaelites. Christina was the model for his brother's picture The Girlhood of Mary Virgin (1849), which was the first picture to be signed P.R.B. Jan Marsh has proposed in her biography Christina Rossetti: A Writer's Life (1995) that Christina was sexually abused by her father, but "perhaps like many abuse victims she banished the knowledge from conscious memory." However, this kind of speculative claims become highly popular in biographies in the 1990s.

Thanks welshbird201, my son had Cystic Fibrosis,and he was wonderful, everyone loved him, he was a jewel..


A short poem by Christina Rossetti, I love her work

Hope is like a harbell, trembling from its birth
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth.
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose the worlds delight.
Harebells and sweet lillies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

Spanisheyes, I hope you are ok. I love the poem about the storm.

Greenfingers, the Native American prayer is wonderful. I'm so sorry to hear about your son. Also I too agree with Mark Twain about a 'good walk ruined. I have only visited San Francisco once but I loved it, fabulous place.

Count Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy - “If you're not enjoying your work, you should either change your attitude, or change your job.”

I should have remembered this last September, maybe then I would not ve become so umwell.

Was it Voltaire? who, on his death bed was urged by a priest to renounce the devil and all his works, replied, 'that this was no time to be making enemies'!!

Death bed quote from Oscar Wilde.....


Either that wallpaper goes or I do !


Spike Milligan apparently said

i told them I was ill !!

spanisheyes, part 2 has been sent.

nudge

This poem was given to me by my granddaughter when I was visiting and we had a storm.

When a storm begins in the clouds,
It sometimes may look frightening.
You see a quick electrical spark—
Flash! goes the lightning!

Long and thin and streaky and fast,
Its glow is oh so brightening.
Watch for the electric spark—
Flash! goes the lightning!

When a storm begins in the clouds,
It truly is a wonder.
You hear a rumble loud in the sky—
Clap! goes the thunder!

Lightning bolts are heating the air,
Over clouds and under.
When the air expands enough—
Clap! goes the thunder!

Georgina
waiting for part two, please.
Greenfingers, delight in the Mark Twain quote, if I had read this a few years ago would not have botheerd buying the whole outfit, booked lessons and after the third lesson new it wasn't for me. Gave everything away. !!
Now I loved San Francisco I have been there several times when I was married to someone else.Now OH of 18 years this July hates traveling he tells me he has got everything he needs where he is. Always says he doesn't mind if I go away with my sister or friends but I do not do so. I was fortunate to travel to wonderful places in previous life and enjoy the memories.

The stomr here is still going on although there are some intervals now and then suddenly the rain comes down and the lightening starts again and my dogs hate it!! Must see if i can find a poem about the rain!