From you have I been absent in the spring,When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smellOf different flowers in odour and in hue,Could make me any summer’s story tell,Or from their proud …
I first heard of this book several years ago from watching a BBC mini-series based on the book. I loved the story but soon forgot about it until I saw a copy of the novel at a library book sale. I finally decided to read it (and listen to it) this year as part of …
Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,Hang out the washing and butter the bread,Sew on a button and make up a bed.Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).Dishes are waiting …
"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Madelyn Rose Craig 