Today is the 531st birthday of Thomas Morus (Thomas More) and the 197th of Charles Dickens.
There'd be much to tell.
The first an interesting man, the second made my boyhood interesting.
That's why, as I am presently re-reading a fascinating book and thus want to cut this post short, here's a bit more Dickens:
There'd be much to tell.
The first an interesting man, the second made my boyhood interesting.
That's why, as I am presently re-reading a fascinating book and thus want to cut this post short, here's a bit more Dickens:
- Lucy's Song
- How beautiful at eventide
- To see the twilight shadows pale,
- Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
- O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!
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- How soft is Nature's calm repose
- When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
- The gentlest wind more gently blows,
- As if to soothe her in her sleep!
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- The gay morn breaks,
- Mists roll away,
- All Nature awakes
- To glorious day.
- In my breast alone
- Dark shadows remain;
- The peace it has known
- It can never regain.
Erasmus of Rotterdam, by the way, dedicated it to the beheaded author of 'Utopia'.
So, chin up, Thomas.
