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LilyL

LilyL Report 29 Jul 2011 10:05

Epitaph on Charles 11.by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

Here lies a Great and Mighty King,
Whose Promise none rely'd on,
He never said a foolish thing
Nor ever did a Wise one.

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 29 Jul 2011 11:26

Sorry i have not been around, no telephone or internet connectoion for nearly a week, felt very isolated.
today the weather is heavy rain , b;lack sea is the view but at least it will clear the air from being so oppresive

this caught myatterntion this morning'

Horrible Weather
Staying in bed weather
Cuddling up close weather
Ignoring the world weather

Warm Weather
Go for swim weather
Take a walk weather
Picnic weather

Bridget
12.54 hrs Spain

Dermot

Dermot Report 30 Jul 2011 08:31

The Spinning Wheel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning
Close by the window young Eileen is spinning
Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting
Crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting.
Merrily cheerily noiselessly whirring
Spins the wheel, rings the wheel while the foot's stirring
Sprightly and lightly and merrily ringing
Sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing.

Eileen, a chara, I hear someone tapping
'Tis the ivy dear mother against the glass flapping
Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying.

What's the noise I hear at the window I wonder?
'Tis the little birds chirping, the holly-bush under
What makes you shoving and moving your stool on
And singing all wrong the old song of the "Coolin"?

There's a form at the casement, the form of her true love
And he whispers with face bent, I'm waiting for you love
Get up from the stool, through the lattice step lightly
And we'll rove in the grove while the moon's shining brightly.

The maid shakes her head, on her lips lays her fingers
Steps up from the stool, longs to go and yet lingers
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother
Puts her foot on the stool spins the wheel with the other

Lazily, easily, now swings the wheel round
Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover.

Slower... and slower... and slower the wheel swings
Lower... and lower... and lower the reel rings
Ere the reel and the wheel stop their ringing and moving
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

John Francis Waller (1810-1894).

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 30 Jul 2011 13:09

Dermot,
Once again you have delighted me with your entry!! I still sing this but never in public! I learnt this when I was very young and staying with family in Ireland. It is truly great to read the first line of the second verse, so many people change it to Eileen Allana, you have the correct line
A BIG hug of thanks.

Bridget in Spain

14.08 hrs :-D

Dermot

Dermot Report 1 Aug 2011 18:25

"I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it".

(Terry Pratchett).

sally

sally Report 2 Aug 2011 11:40

When i woke this morning in bed, i asked myself what is life all about, and what are some of the secrets of success in life?

The answers are right there in your House!!!.....
The fan said - Be cool........ The Roof said - Aim high........ The Window said - see the World......... The Clock said - Every Minute is Precious..........
The Mirror said - Reflect before you act........ The Calander said - Be up to Date....... The Door said - Push hard for your Goals......... and the Carpet said - Kneel and Pray......... So carry a heart that never hates........ Carry a Smile that never fades........ Carry a Touch that never Hurts....... God is good all the time.......... Have a lovely peaceful day and take care of yourself because your Precious................

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 2 Aug 2011 14:37

Sally, I really like this, I think I may print it and frame it and display in the house. Would that be OK with you? I haven' anything to add at the moment, I hsve been very busy and am not thinking straight.
Bridget

15.36 hrs Spain :-)

sally

sally Report 2 Aug 2011 15:01

Thats fine with me Bridget, glad you like it!



When my friend sent it to me i thought it was lovely



Best wishes Sally :-D

Dermot

Dermot Report 5 Aug 2011 21:23

The Spanish Lady.

As I went out through Dublin City
At the hour of twelve o'clock at night
Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them and then she dried them
Over a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet about the soles.

Chorus:
-----------
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay.

I stopped to look but the watchman passed
Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late
Along with you home or I will wrestle you
Straight away through the Bridewell gate"
I threw a look to the Spanish lady
Hot as the fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet about the soles.

Chorus:
-----------
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay.

As I walked back through Dublin City
As the dawn of day was o'er
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
When I was weary and footsore
She had a heart so filled with loving
And her love she longed to share
In all my life I never did see
A maid who had so much to spare
Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy
With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine
But she'd make a wife for the Provost Marshall
Drunk on brandy and claret wine
I got a look from the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did meet
A maid so sweet about the soles.

Chorus:
-----------
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay.

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
By Stoney Batter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house
Old age has laid her hands upon me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lonely Spanish lady
Neat and sweet about the soles?

Chorus:
-----------
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay.

As I was leaving Dublin City
On that morning sad of heart
Lonely was I for the Spanish lady
Now that forever we must part
But still I always will remember
All the hours we did enjoy
But then she left me sad at parting
Gone forever was my joy.

Chorus:
-----------
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Uncertain composer.)

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 5 Aug 2011 21:28

Dermot,
I had no idea that this song was so long. I recall verse one but that ia all. Thanks for posting it

Bridget

22.28 hrs Spain :-)

Greenfingers

Greenfingers Report 9 Aug 2011 18:59

Haven't been onfor a while here are a few Mark Twain quotes

A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining but wants it back the minute it starts to rain.

Be careful about reading health books, You may die of a misprint.

Clothes maketh the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society

I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as much as you please

Fictionis obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth doesn't

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 9 Aug 2011 20:55

Sorry everyone, I have not had time to get back on here, thank you for keeping it going, I will start adding again soon.


Bridget in Spain
:-)

Harry

Harry Report 11 Aug 2011 11:10

Here is a poem by Ann Rutherford. Don';t know the title. Not the worlds best writing but it struck a chord with me. Just a lesson for us all perhaps.

Although I'm in a wheel-chair,
I can hear and see;
So, when you have something to say,
Say it to me.

Don't ask the wheel-chair pusher,
If I'd like a cup of tea;
I'm in charge of such affairs -
Talk to me.

Don't speak words above my head,
Bend down by my side;
I have so few things left to me -
Leave me my pride.

I prefer to have eye contact,
Than staring at your knee;
So if you have a smile to spare -
Give it to me.

--------------------------------
Happy days

Greenfingers

Greenfingers Report 16 Aug 2011 19:44

Groucho Marx said apparently

I was married by a judge I should have asked for a jury

I chased a girl for two years only to discover that her tastes were exactlly like min...were both crazy about girls

The husband who wants a happy marriage should learn to keep his mouth shut and his cheque book open

Age is not a particularly interesting subject. anyone can get old all you have to do is live long enough

Dermot

Dermot Report 16 Aug 2011 21:13

Some people are never too busy to tell you all that they have to do.

Dermot

Dermot Report 22 Aug 2011 19:17

“I can't understand it. I can't even understand the people who can understand it.” (Queen Juliana of the Netherlands. 1909-2004).

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 23 Aug 2011 07:13

Mmmmm,Dermot what was Queen Juliana referring to?

Dermot

Dermot Report 25 Aug 2011 14:43

NOREEN BAWN.
- - - - - - - - - - - -

There's a spot in old Tirconnell
With a wee house in the glen
Where dwelt an Irish colleen
Who'd woo the hearts of men.

She was winsome, fair and hearty
Shined graceful as a fawn
It was love that widow's daughter
Happy laughing Noreen Bawn.

One day there came a letter
With a passage paid to go
To lands where the Missouri
And the Mississippi flow.

So she bade farewell to Erin
And next morning at the dawn
Said a brokenhearted mother
Bid farewell to Noreen Bawn.

Many years that mother waited
Till a morning at the door
Sat a gorgeous looking lady
All grand the clothes she wore.

Said, Mother don't you worry
Said, I've only got a cold
But the purple spots upon her cheek
The tragic story told.

There's a graveyard in Tirconnell
Where the blossoms sadly sway
Her brokenhearted mother
Living o'er a lonely grave.

Saying, Noreen you were calling
Many years since you have gone
Was the curse of emigration
Laid you low my Noreen Bawn .

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Noreen Bawn' was composed in 1910 by Neil McBride Feymore, Creeslough, Co Donegal. He used a fictional name to highlight the "curse of emigration" which resulted in young people catching scarlet fever (TB) in America and returning to Ireland to die like Noreen Bawn.

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 25 Aug 2011 20:26

I read this last posting several times. I thought that it is well written and evocative of the time,

Once more Dermot
You have made my poem of the day!

Thank you


Bridget

SpanishEyes

SpanishEyes Report 3 Sep 2011 07:38

Where is everyone?? I feel all alone... I shall be adding more poems in the next weeks, am asking friends and visitors what is their favourite poem or saying and why,

Still rather hot here, keep waiting for temps to drop to give some respite but not happened yet. I would not be surprised if the winter is very cold.

Bridget