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He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.
A Wanderer (fragment)
pub. 1839
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#OTD
Summer fading, winter comes
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Robert Louis Stevenson
A Child's Garden of Verses
#FolkloreThursday
Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, ...
but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Crystal Ball (1902)
John William Waterhouse
No news so bad abroad as this at home;
Richard III
(I, 1)
#ShakespeareSunday
#art Kerr
“… the exquisite dreaminess of the full moon,”
Virginia Woolf, letter 1907
A moonlit lane (1874)
John Atkinson Grimshaw
#Art #Literature
It’s said that Fairies like to make their home
in Foxgloves.
Foxgloves were once called ‘folks’ glove’,
as the ‘good folk’ lived there.
The flowers follow the light, so it was thought
foxgloves swayed towards fairy folk passing by.
#FolkloreThursday
There was an Old Lady whose folly
Induced her to sit in a holly:
Whereupon by a thorn
Her dress being torn,
She quickly became melancholy.
Edward Lear
#FolkloreThursday
Half a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the money goes
Pop! goes the Weasel.
Such a fun children’s rhyme, but it’s origins
are in poverty.
In 18th century Cockney slang,
‘weasel and stoat’ meant coat
and ‘pop’ was to pawn.
#FolkloreThursday
‘She is so beautiful that I want to sit down and cry.’
(Swinburne)
Marie Spartali Stillman born #OnThis Day 1844
#PreRaphaelite #art