Tag Archives: children

Ode on the Whole Duty of Parents by Frances Cornford

Posted on September 17, 2017 by Russell Boyle

The spirits of children are remote and wise, They must go free Like fishes in the sea Or starlings in the skies, Whilst you remain The shore where casually they come again. But when there falls the stalking shade of … Continue reading →

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Wind on the Hill by A. A. Milne

Posted on April 3, 2015 by Russell Boyle

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding … Continue reading →

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The Ecchoing Green by William Blake

Posted on November 29, 2014 by Russell Boyle

The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells’ cheerful sound. While our sports shall be seen … Continue reading →

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A Happy Man by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Posted on November 1, 2014 by Russell Boyle

When these graven lines you see, Traveller, do not pity me; Though I be among the dead, Let no mournful word be said. Children that I leave behind, And their children, all were kind; Near to them and to my … Continue reading →

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Almost Like The Blues by Leonard Cohen

Posted on September 13, 2014 by Russell Boyle

I saw some people starving There was murder, there was rape Their villages were burning They were trying to escape I couldn’t meet their glances I was staring at my shoes It was acid, it was tragic It was almost … Continue reading →

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The Verdicts by Rudyard Kipling

Posted on September 1, 2014 by Russell Boyle

(Jutland)   1916 Not in the thick of the fight, Not in the press of the odds, Do the heroes come to their height, Or we know the demi-gods. That stands over till peace. We can only perceive Men returned from … Continue reading →

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Lightness in Autumn by Robert Fitzgerald

Posted on July 25, 2014 by Russell Boyle

The rake is like a wand or fan, With bamboo springing in a span To catch the leaves that I amass In bushels on the evening grass. I reckon how the wind behaves And rake them lightly into waves And … Continue reading →

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