MORNING and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
"Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpecked cherries-
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheeked peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild free-born cranberries,
Crab-apples, dewberries,
Pine-apples, blackberries,
Apricots, strawberries--
All ripe together
In summer weather--
Morns that pass by,
Fair eves that fly;
Come buy, come buy;
Our grapes fresh from the vine,
Pomegranates full and fine,
Dates and sharp bullaces,
Rare pears and greengages,
Damsons and bilberries,
Taste them and try:
Currants and gooseberries,
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Figs to fill your mouth,
Citrons from the South,
Sweet to tongue and sound to eye,
Come buy, come buy."
Evening by evening
Among the brookside rushes,
Laura bowed her head to hear,
Lizzie veiled her blushes:
Crouching close together
In the cooling weather,
With clasping arms and cautioning lips,
With tingling cheeks and finger-tips.
"Lie close," Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?"
Read the rest here.
Hear the poem here.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
A Dark and Stormy Night
It's a dark and stormy night but your not scared,
The monsters of your mind have not yet been aired,
The whole mess of monster that bring you fear,
They are not real but whats that you hear,
The creek of the door the bang on the roof,
You say they are nothing with out any proof,
But when the lights go out you truly are afraid,
And the the comforts of of your parents shall bring you no aide,
So know I suggest that you lock your doors,
And sleep very lightly if you live on the Moore's,
Oh look oh wait oh ewe is that blood on the floor,
Ah I see your no more,
So now dear sir I bid you adieu,
And remember dear reader they shall come for you.
The monsters of your mind have not yet been aired,
The whole mess of monster that bring you fear,
They are not real but whats that you hear,
The creek of the door the bang on the roof,
You say they are nothing with out any proof,
But when the lights go out you truly are afraid,
And the the comforts of of your parents shall bring you no aide,
So know I suggest that you lock your doors,
And sleep very lightly if you live on the Moore's,
Oh look oh wait oh ewe is that blood on the floor,
Ah I see your no more,
So now dear sir I bid you adieu,
And remember dear reader they shall come for you.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Librivox.com
Librivox.com allows people to download books on tape for free. These books are normally old and have lost their copyright, but they are the classics. Remember that these are read by volunteers so it will not be as good as the ones you buy, but come on it's FREE. We have the link on this page just to the right of this colum.
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