Dover Beach
by Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;
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Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, Which I Gave to His Royal Highness
by Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
I am His Majesty’s dog at Kew.
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
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While covering the Turin chess Olympiad, I spent 16 (actually 15, see below) nights at the B&B Gilda, Via S. Bernardino 12, 10142 Torino, tel. (39) 011-375241, info@bbgilda.it. Here is a brief review.
First, the location. It is two blocks from a tram line at Piazza Sabotino, from which one can be in the heart of [...]
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Selection from “Epipsychidion”
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare
Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked.
I never was attached to that great sect,
Whose doctrine is, that each one should select
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
To cold oblivion, [...]
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You used to be able to check in for your Heathrow flight (and check your luggage) at the Paddington railroad station in central London. Alas, no more!
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London
by William Blake (1757-1827)
I wander thro’ each charter’d street,
Near where the charter’d Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every black’ning Church appalls;
And the hapless Soldier’s sigh
Runs [...]
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From Sonnets From the Portuguese
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore, …
Thy touch [...]
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Today
by Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881)
So here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.
Out of Eternity
This new Day is born;
Into Eternity,
At night, will return.
Behold it aforetime
No eye ever did:
So soon it forever
From all eyes is hid.
Here hath been dawning
Another blue Day:
Think wilt thou let it
Slip useless away.
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The Nymph’s Reply
by Sir Walter Raleigh (1554-1618)
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.
The flowers do [...]
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The passionate Shepard to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe (1564-1593)
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds [...]
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