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hope by emily dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

Saturday, 1 May 2010

aureol house garden


such a beautiful garden in the heart of lancashire, filled with hidden sculptures and little surprises.
the garden opens for charity in two days in june

http://aureolhouse.webs.com/

my favourite place in the world

the lake district...

two butterflies by emily dickinson

Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea,--
Though never yet, in any port
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman
Report was not to me.

http://pendletonvillagehistory.webs.com/




a really pretty lancashire village, a fantastic local pub, beautiful walks up and around the majestic pendle hill, which is steeped in history.
look out for the pendle witches!

http://pendletonvillagehistory.webs.com/

monty hall's great hebridean escape



bbc2's monty hall returns to scotland for another wonderful series of discovery within the outer hebrides.
immersing himself in island life, monitoring the wildlife and looking after his insane dog, reuben, monty gives us an envious glimpse of island life.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00s75z7



Friday, 30 April 2010

jenny kissed me by leigh hunt

jenny kissed me when we met,
jumping from the chair she sat in.
time, you thief! who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in.
say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
say that health and wealth have missed me;
say I'm growing old, but add-
jenny kissed me!

'love is like the wild rose briar' by emily jane bronte

love is like the wild rose briar,
friendship, like the holly tree,
the holly is dark when the rose briar blooms,
but which will bloom most constantly?

the wild rose briar is sweet in spring,
its summer blossoms scent the air;
yet wait till winter comes again
and who will call the wild-briar fair?

then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
and deck thee with the holly's sheen,
that when december blights thy brow
he still may leave thy garland green-

hope...by emily jane bronte

hope was but a timid friend;
she sat without the grated den,
watching how my fate would tend,
even as selfish-hearted men.

she was cruel in her fear;
through the bars, one dreary day,
i looked out to see her there,
and away she turned her face away!

like a false watch keeping,
still, in strife, she whispered peace;
she would sing while i was weeping;
if i listened, she would cease.

false she was, and unrelenting;
when my last joys strewed the ground,
even sorrow saw, repenting,
those sad relics scattered round:

hope, whose whisper would have given
balm to all my frenzied pain,
stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
went, and ne'er returned again!

http://www.cabbagesandroses.com/

a beautiful collection of fabrics, homeware and clothes in pretty faded florals

http://www.grahamandgreen.co.uk/

gorgeous interiors

http://www.toast.co.uk/index.htm

more gorgeous clothes and homewear