Poetry
Noël
by J.R.R. Tolkien Grim was the world and grey last night: The moon and stars were fled, The hall was dark without song or light, The fires were fallen dead. The wind in the trees was like to the sea, And over the mountains’ teeth It whistled bitter-cold and free, As a sword leapt from…
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My friend, Peggy Sue, shared this with our homeschool group today. The Ballad of the White HorseBy Dale Ahlquist Chesterton may have considered The Ballad of the White Horse his greatest literary accomplishment. I have two reasons for saying that. First of all, it is a masterpiece. But it was the only one of his works that…
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My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump…
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My mother-in-law shared this poem with me several years ago. This morning, a member of our homeschool group shared it via email. Our Lady of the Candles I have seen a candle lit. I have watched the slow Consuming of the strength of it That a light may glow. And I have thought upon a…
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The Ballad of Befana by Phyllis McGinley Befana the Housewife, scrubbing her pane, Saw three old sages ride down the lane, Saw three gray travelers pass her door– Gaspar, Balthazar, Melchior. “Where journey you, sirs?” she asked of them. Balthazar answered, “To Bethlehem, For we have news of a marvelous thing. Born in a stable is…
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I Like To See A Thunderstormby Elizabeth Coatsworth I like to see a thunderstorm,A dunder storm,A blunder storm,I like to see it, black and slow,Come tumbling down the hills.A plunder storm,A wonder storm,Roar loudly at our little houseAnd shake the window sills! Poem found at Mother Goose Caboose
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A Saintly Wishby C.F. Alexander Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, And let Thy grace be given,That while we linger here below, Our hearts may be in heaven. Feast of St. Laurence
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A Saintly Wishby C.F. Alexander Lift up our thoughts, lift up our songs, And let Thy grace be given,That while we linger here below, Our hearts may be in heaven. Feast of St. Laurence
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In a queen-size bed,two’s a couple,three’s a crowd,four in the bed is not allowed. Catherine made up the above little poem this weekend, as we discussed sleeping arrangements.
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God’s Grandeurby Gerard Manley Hopkins, 1918 THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oilCrushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with…
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This week’s poem can be found in Our Lady’s Garden.
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Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Nowby A.E. Housman Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough,And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will not come again,And take from seventy springs a score,It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at…
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