h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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I don't have a problem with either Shakespeare and/or out of date (ie archaic songs) although I would draw the line at Gilbert & Sullivan. I just didn't want the Boss shouting at me

Away overnight so won't be posting you'll be relieved to know lol

I'm with Lady C on this one. We don't seem to be overloaded with Shakey.

OK then - there's no need to create problems before they arise (if they do)

To continue - from 318

...Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye, and willing ear...

Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?

[Lewis Carroll: Which Dreamed It? - from Through the Looking Glass]

[What is life?]


Life is Butter, Life is Butter;
Melancholy flower, Melancholy flower;
Life is but a Melon, Life is but a Melon;
Cauliflower, Cauliflower.


[Anon.]

There's nothing so encouraging as a new blade of grass,
Or a fresh shoot of corn pushing out of the ground.
I'm not an optimist,
But I'm glad to offer you nature's consolations,
On your melancholy day.

(Robert Frost, On Your Melancholy Day)

I wander'd lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


[Wordsworth: Daffodils - 1815 version]

-Loneliness-

I will always be alone

There is no place where I can go
Without avoiding the incrutable eye of
Myself.

To be a loner is to be consumed
With musings most consider
Pointless.

(Original)

You've made my day, Jabberwock - thanks!

Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown,
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assumes he is alone.



W.H.Auden. (Are you there)

[solitude]

The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

[Thomas Gray: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard]

First entery here, been following for a while though.

The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless,...

[Darkness, Lord Byron]

blub-blub

Welcome, blub-blub

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:

[John Masefield: The Listeners]

Only a man harrowing clods
In a slow, silent walk
With an old horse that stumbles and nods
Half-asleep as they stalk.

Only thins smoke without flame
From the heaps of couch-grass;
Yet this will go onward the same
Though Dynasties die.

Yonder a maid and her wight
Come whispering by;
War's annals will fade into night
Ere their story die.

Thomas Hardy - At Time of 'The Breaking of Nations'

[Their story.]


...stories
of the antedeluvian
world of friendships--

here were the sole survivors.


[David Harsent: Punch and the Passing Fancy.]

Dedicated to all here at h2g2:

There may have been someone who could have done more
To help me along, though I doubt it;
What I needed was cheering, and always before
They let me plod onward without it.
You helped me to refashion the dream of my hear,
And made me turn eagerly to it;
There were others who might have (I question that part) -
But, after all, they didn't do it!

(Grace Strickler Dawson, "To A Friend")

correction: 4th line, that's 'heart', not 'hear'

(And that's what typing at this early hour gets ya!)

perhaps if the people knew
the pain
they give one another
there would be no broken hearts

Lisa Roberts (Can't remember the poem. Sorry, Jab)

I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
I think very well of Ellen but which is not the same
I think very well of Paul I tell him not to do so
I think very well of Francis Charles but do I do so
I think very well of Thomas but I do not not do so
I think very well of not very well of William
I think very well of any very well of him
I think very well of him.


[Gertrude Stein: from Stanzas In Meditation]