Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea.
Tag: Memories
Of Days and Seasons
It is that time of year again when we gather with family and friends, celebrating the season's particular feasts and memories, and I find myself contemplative. It is somewhat interesting, and maybe a bit sad, that we call these last couple months of the year The Holiday Season. In reality, there are holidays, and Holy …
Poetry: Frost – In a Disused Graveyard
"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."
Poetry: Shelley – Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Considered a poetic fragment, I find these two verses by Shelley complete in their simplicity. Unlike …
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Poetry: Alexander – All Things Bright and Beautiful
It was recitation night, and I couldn’t speak. Have you ever done a recitation night? Honestly, I am unsure if such things happen in public schools. I was homeschooled, and at the first co-op we ever were a part of, they hosted a recitation night. It wasn’t new that year or anything; this was something …
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Madelyn Rose Craig 