Saturday, February 15, 2014

CROWNING GLORY TONIGHT

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Unknown said...

Yes, to disciplined aspiration where all who endeavor are winners in fitness and holistic wellness-for life. Saluting these champions and their unmentioned peers, I dedicate my first favorite narrative poem. It was made available in a St. Lucia Primary School library(circa :)?. I liked its textual complexity because the reader was challenged to sift gingerly like a baleen whale dining leisurely on krill. Its melodic stanzas echo the heather and highlands of its author's (Sir Walter Scott)heritage -even as it anticipated the symphonic romanticism of an era typified by Brahm's 3rd symphony.
HE LADY OF THE LAKE.
CANTO FIRST.
The Chase.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,--
O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep?
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?

Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,
Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd,
When lay of hopeless love, or glory won,
Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud.
At each according pause was heard aloud
Thine ardent symphony sublime and high!
Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed;
For still the burden of thy minstrelsy
Was Knighthood's dauntless deed, and Beauty's matchless eye.
.....................

February 15, 2014 at 2:29 PM
Unknown said...

Yes, to disciplined aspiration where all who endeavor are winners in fitness and holistic wellness-for life. Saluting these champions and their unmentioned peers, I dedicate my first favorite narrative poem. It was made available in a St. Lucia Primary School library(circa :)?. I liked its textual complexity because the reader was challenged to sift gingerly like a baleen whale dining leisurely on krill. Its melodic stanzas echo the heather and highlands of its author's (Sir Walter Scott)heritage -even as it anticipated the symphonic romanticism of an era typified by Brahm's 3rd symphony.
HE LADY OF THE LAKE.
CANTO FIRST.
The Chase.

Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,--
O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep?
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep,
Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?

Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon,
Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd,
When lay of hopeless love, or glory won,
Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud.
At each according pause was heard aloud
Thine ardent symphony sublime and high!
Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed;
For still the burden of thy minstrelsy
Was Knighthood's dauntless deed, and Beauty's matchless eye.
.....................

February 15, 2014 at 2:31 PM

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