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‘Give All To Love’ by Ralph Waldo Emerson

‘Give All To Love’

by Ralph Waldo Emerson100_2431

“Give all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse,-
Nothing refuse.
‘Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent;
But it is a god,
Knows its own path,
And the outlets of the sky.
It was not for the mean;
It requireth courage stout,
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending;
It will reward,-
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,-
Keep thee today,
To-morrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson was born on this day in 1803, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.

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‘Useful Verses’ – Book of the Week

‘Useful Verses’ by Richard Osmond617uDr7VLzL

Available from Surrey Libraries. (A small request charge may apply).

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Surrey Libraries : Poetry Book of the Week

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‘All The Winged Creatures I Have Loved’ by Victor Hugo

‘All The Winged Creatures I Have Loved’

by Victor Hugo

“All the winged creatures I have loved!
And when, a child, I ‘neath the thicket roved,
I from their nests the little birds conveyed—
At first, of reeds I cages for them made,
Where, mid green mosses, I to tame them tried.
Later, I used to leave the windows wide:
They flew not off, or if the woods their choice,
Still they returned whene’er they heard my voice.
A dove and I long lived in friendliness!
Now I the art of taming souls possess.”

Victor Hugo died on this day in 1885, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.

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‘Summer’ by Alexander Pope

‘Summer’

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“See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d,
And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours,
When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow’rs;
When weary reapers quit the sultry field,
And crown’d with corn, their thanks to Ceres yield.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the serpent Love abides.
Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The mossy fountains, and the green retreats!
Where-e’er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,
Where-e’er you tread, the blushing flow’rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Oh! How I long with you to pass my days,
Invoke the muses, and resound your praise;
Your praise the birds shall chant in ev’ry grove,
And winds shall waft it to the pow’rs above.
But wou’d you sing, and rival Orpheus’ strain,
The wond’ring forests soon shou’d dance again,
The moving mountains hear the pow’rful call,
And headlong streams hang list’ning in their fall!
But see, the shepherds shun the noon-day heat,
The lowing herds to murm’ring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove,
Ye Gods! And is there no relief for Love?
But soon the sun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends;
On me Love’s fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.”

Alexander Pope was born on this day in 1688, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.

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‘Common Cold’ by Ogden Nash

‘Common Cold’

by Ogden NashDSCF9120

“Go hang yourself, you old M.D.!
You shall not sneer at me.
Pick up your hat and stethoscope,
Go wash your mouth with laundry soap;
I contemplate a joy exquisite
I’m not paying you for your visit.
I did not call you to be told
My malady is a common cold…”

You can read the complete poem here. Ogden Nash died on this day in 1971, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.

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‘Angela Burdett-Coutts’ by George Meredith

‘Angela Burdett-Coutts’

by George Meredith

“Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.”

George Meredith died on this day in 1909, you can read more of his work through Surrey Libraries.

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‘She Was Poor, But She Was Honest’

‘She Was Poor, But She Was Honest’

“She was poor, but she was honest,
Victim of the Squire’s whim,
First he loved her, then he left her,
And she lost her honest name.

Then she ran away to London,
For to hide her grief & shame,
There she met another squire,
And she lost her name again.

See her riding in her carriage,
In the park and all so gay,
All the nibs & nobby persons,
Come to pass the time of day.

See the little old-world village,
Where her aged parents live,
Drinking the champagne she sends them,
But they never can forgive.

In the rich man’s arms she flutters,
Like a bird with a broken wing,
First he loved her, then he left her,
And she hasn’t got a ring.
See him in the splendid mansion,
Entertaining with the best,
While the girl as he has ruined,
Entertains a sordid guest.

See him in the House of Commons,
Making laws to put down crime,
While the victim of his passions,
Trails her way through mud & slime.

See her on the bridge at midnight,
Crying “Farewell, faithless love”,
There’s a scream, a splash – Good Heavens!
What is she a-doing of?

Then they dragged her from the river,
Water from her clothes they wrung,
They all thought that she was drownded,
But the corpse got up and sung:

“It’s the same the whole world over,
It’s the poor as gets the blame,
It’s the rich as gets the pleasure
Ain’t it all a blooming shame?””

In the middle of each month, one member of Headley Poetry Group chooses a poem to be shared among group members ahead of their next meeting. This month it’s the turn of an anonymous poem, believed to have come from 19th century music hall.

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