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An Octogenarian in the modern world


I have done several posts on things that interest me, like philosophy, religion, etc, and speculation about whatever is ‘OUT THERE’. None of them are going to change anything in any way or add to what better men have thought and written centuries ago. A few of the things that have given me pleasure might be better – maybe do the same for others. The full moon just above the horizon in an unexpected place: huge and yellow so you wondered what you were really seeing. My grandfather fishing in the River Exe: broad and shallow in a stony bed and sparkling around the rocks. That wonderful old aircraft the Beaver making a tight turn to land on the old brick runway at Mongu. The pilot of same Beaver waiting while we halved the size of a dog crate so that it would go in the hold. My actress aunt playing Lady Bracknell in a repertory company. Cheerful funeral of a fine old man who had survived WW’s 1 and 2.

I am not musical, so many of my pleasure-giving things have been literary. Often lines that create a mental imagine in a very few word. I admire economy and brevity.

“Never send to know for whom the bell tolls.”  John Donne.         

Sally is gone that was so kindly.” Hillaire Belloc.         

“Fear no more the heat of the sun nor the furious winters rages.”  Shakespeare.         

“And one remembers and forgets, but ’tis not found again, not though they hale in crimsoned nets the sunset from the main.” Housman.         

“In a season of summer when soft was the sun.” Langland.         

“Yonder light is the Start Point light, and yonder comes the sun.” Masefield.         

“Sweet to ride forth at evening from the wells, when shadows pass gigantic on the sand.”  Flecker.         

“If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.” Kipling.         

“Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.”  Walt Whitman in his Ode to a common prostitute.         

“Thought must be the harder, heart the keener. Spirit shall be more – as our might lessens”.  Whoever wrote The Battle of Malden.         

“When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces.”  Swinburne.         

“Every little cloud that trailed it’s sails of siver by.” Oscar Wilde

“We twae hae paidled ‘i the burn from morning sun till dine.” Robert Burns.

“Hide thy face in a veil of light. Put on thy silver shoes.” De La Mare.

“Three little maids who all unwary, come from a ladies seminary.” W.S.Gilbert.

“Sing me a song of a lad that is gone. Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day over the sea to Skye.”  R.L.Stevenson.

“The grape that can with logic absolute, the Two-and-Seventy jarring sects confute.” Fitzgeralds Omar Khayyam.

“Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes.” Rupert Brooke

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