Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1951
For George xx Because GREAT minds do think alike....and more scarily, at the same time !! Thanks George xx Lots of love from Lil' Husky Duck xx
This was always up on the noticeboard at work for ages until a revamp......Read it often & found the words so inspiring...
'If' by Rudyard Kipling....
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Blimey ! We are getting very ejumacated 'ere today !! How about this one John ? This was one that I wrote out when I was dabbling in calligraphy a number of years ago xx
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies (1911)
Dedicated to George xx [You know why ! Love ya !! xx]
Me thinks George has this on auto timer as he is never up before me!
ReplyDeleteBoys feel free to come into the playroom tonight as I have to practice with some rub ons...
have a fabby day xx
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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I tried to find my pic of a 146 at Keston, sorry, but I bet you can still remember them !!
Chris.
I know all about a 1.45 at Kempton, but Chris has me baffled now! lol
ReplyDeleteAttention all guys here:
Bev has invited us all into her playroom tonight.
Happy 'Hump' Day!
ReplyDeleteAnd one for George:
Have a good one!!
That's very difficult. You all know I'm a true grumpy old git! lol
ReplyDeletePMSL !! George ?? Starting EVERY day with a smile ?? ROFLMAO !!!
ReplyDeleteWTF.....!!!!?.
ReplyDeleteDo not go gentle into that good night,
ReplyDeleteOld age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas, 1951
For George xx Because GREAT minds do think alike....and more scarily, at the same time !! Thanks George xx Lots of love from Lil' Husky Duck xx
Bring it on John ..... xxx
ReplyDeleteElise? THANK YOU!
ReplyDeleteDylan Thomas is one of my heros.
I have always meant to get 'Rage against the dying of the light' printed out.....and now you've made me do it!!
Thanks a million xxxxx
You are welcome xx Always been a favorite of mine too xx
ReplyDeleteAnother of my all time favorites, very apt for me at the moment.... xx
ReplyDeleteAnother of my all time favorites, and very apt for me at the moment xx
ReplyDeletePS Yes George, I know, I wasn't even born then, but seriously, this is just magic regardless xx
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ReplyDeleteAnd Byrds version to..
Go gal....
My fav words
ReplyDeleteThis was always up on the noticeboard at work for ages until a revamp......Read it often & found the words so inspiring...
'If' by Rudyard Kipling....
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
Blimey ! We are getting very ejumacated 'ere today !! How about this one John ? This was one that I wrote out when I was dabbling in calligraphy a number of years ago xx
ReplyDeleteLeisure
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies (1911)
Dedicated to George xx [You know why ! Love ya !! xx]
Here's another one for George !!!! PMSL !! xx
ReplyDelete"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." - Hamlet Act II scene ii
Its getting very poetic on here!
ReplyDeleteI am struggling with me rub ons. Not rubbing hard enough!
.......ask Ian....... xx
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