It lies not on the sunlit hill

Nor on the sunlit plain:

Nor ever on any running stream

Nor on the unclouded main-

But sometimes, through the Soul of Man,

Slow moving o'er his pain,

The moonlight of a perfect peace

Floods heart and brain.

poem by Fiona Macleod

Charles Dodgson (aka Lewis Carroll) died 114 years ago today. His writing had a huge impact on me as a child and I love his books still. In fact as an adult I have developed a bit of a Charles Dodgson obsession. It's amazing how many places have connections with him. He was one of those Victorian gentlemen who seemed to have the money and time to just travel around and visit interesting people and places all the time. How the other half live eh? :)

I have loads of different versions of the Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass books. My latest version is a gothic take on the pictures (by the artist Camille Rose Garcia) which are a tad creepy and disturbing to be honest! My favourite illustrations are the original Sir John Tenniel ones, they are the pictures that captured my imagination when I was a little girl. I can't stomach the Disney ones at all. I've never even seen the Disney film and am pretty sure I never will.

When I was little I had the books on audio cassettes with a full cast and I used to dress up and act them out. The hookah-smoking caterpillar was always my favourite part. I was a bit of a weird kid I think :)

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"In 1982 when naming a locomotive after John Betjeman at St Pancras station, the late Peter Parker, former head of British Rail, called Betjeman "a national institution". Parker said Betjeman's main interests were Victorian architecture and railways. St Pancras station combined both these interests.

John Betjeman, who helped to save St Pancras station from demolition in the 1960s, has been honoured with a seven-foot high bronze statue on the main concourse of the new station next to the arrival point of the Eurostar...

The larger than life-size statue of Betjeman depicts him walking into the new station for the first time. He is looking up at the great arc of the train shed - which he always did because it took his breath away. He is leaning back and holding onto his hat, his coat tails billowing out behind him, caught by the wind from a passing train...

Betjeman's son-in-law, Rupert Lycett Green, advised on all the "tailoring quirks" and Jennings has skilfully captured Betjeman's shabby appearance. His shoelace and scruffy collar are undone. He has knotted string for one shoelace. His right trouser leg is lower at the back.

The statue is standing on a disc of Cumbrian slate inscribed with Betjeman's name and dates and the words "Who saved this glorious station". Round the rim, Jennings has chosen words from the poem Cornish Cliffs: "And in the shadowless unclouded glare / Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where / A misty sea-line meets the wash of air." The lines aptly describe the arching roof of St Pancras station. Surrounding the statue and base is a series of satellite discs of various sizes set into the floor and hand-inscribed by Jennings with quotations from Betjeman's poetry."

- from Justin Gowers' Guardian blog post at blogs.guardian.co.uk/art/2007/10/a_fitting_tribute_to_bet...

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Long ago I wished to leave

'The house where I was born;'

Long ago I used to grieve,

My home seemed so forlorn.

In other years, its silent rooms

Were filled with haunting fears;

Now, their very memory comes

O'ercharged with tender tears.

Life and marriage I have known.

Things once deemed so bright;

Now, how utterly is flown

Every ray of light!

'Mid the unknown sea, of life

I no blest isle have found;

At last, through all its wild wave's strife,

My bark is homeward bound.

Farewell, dark and rolling deep!

Farewell, foreign shore!

Open, in unclouded sweep,

Thou glorious realm before!

Yet, though I had safely pass'd

That weary, vexed main,

One loved voice, through surge and blast

Could call me back again.

Though the soul's bright morning rose

O'er Paradise for me,

William! even from Heaven's repose

I'd turn, invoked by thee!

Storm nor surge should e'er arrest

My soul, exalting then:

All my heaven was once thy breast,

Would it were mine again!

Regret

>> Charlotte Bronte <<

Alfred Lord Tennyson's

“The Lady of Shalott”

PART III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

As he rode down to Camelot:

And from his blazon’d baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn’d like one burning flame together,

As he rode down to Camelot.

As often thro’ the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;

On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow’d

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down to Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash’d into the crystal mirror,

“Tirra lirra,” by the river

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces thro’ the room,

She saw the water-lily bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look’d down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack’d from side to side;

“The curse is come upon me,” cried

The Lady of Shalott.

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Cywydd for Ifor Hael

Cywydd i Ifor Hael

Ifor, all the stark splendour

Of stewardship, the grandeur

Of office, is mine. Lord of worth:

How my voice shall praise your wealth!

Brave as bronze – my praise boundless –

Great man, good man, and bounteous

With gold. I gave you strong words;

You paid in dark bragget: swords

Have less lustre. Your rhymer

Declaims your bright name: Rhydderch!

An armed man immune to wounds,

Friend to those who work in words:

When poets play upon harps

You bend your noble head to hear.

Vaunted, brave and valiant,

Never far from the vanguard,

Of noble lineage, devout,

No master was more deferent

To his poet, wise and grave:

Lord and bard are hand-in-glove.

I broadcast your fame abroad,

And return to Ifor, Lord

Most worthy of well-wrought words:

Truthful praises. Lips of bards

Trip to pronounce them: eight score

Myriad words of applause.

As far as man may travel,

As far as sun unravels,

As far as wheat is winnowed

As far as dew fills hollows

As far as unclouded eye

Can see – and three times as high –

As far as Welsh comes from lips,

Far as buds break at the tips:

Splendid Ifor, eyes ablaze,

I whet your sword, sow your praise.

Poem by Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson, 2012. In his fervour, Dafydd pays Ifor the enormous compliment of comparing him with Rhydderch Hael, one of the ‘Three Generous Men’ of the Welsh Triads (see Rachel Bromwich, Trioedd Ynys Prydein, Cardiff, 2006, pp. 5-7; 493-495.) Bromwich points out that the word “hael” probably possessed a more precise meaning than the English “generous”, and may have been used to designate “a precise and recognised social status”. The original Rhydderch Hael was a ruler of the northern Britons in the sixth century. Whatever associations the word carried for Dafydd and his patron, the name stuck, and Ifor ap Llywelyn was later referred to as Ifor Hael by other poets. Praise poems were a dime-a-dozen in mediaeval Wales, but Dafydd’s rings with sincerity, the more so because he portrays Ifor as “Caeth y glêr” (“subservient to poets”) – presumably implying that Ifor is so appreciated because he has a genuine taste for Dafydd’s works, and goes to pains to hear them performed.

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This statue, on the concourse at St Pancras, is of the late Poet Laureate, John Betjeman, who helped save St Pancras station from demolition in the 1960s.

The statue, by the artist Martin Jennings, is standing on a base of slate, upon which a few lines from Betjeman's poem "Cornish Cliffs" are incribed. The full poem reads as follows:

Those moments, tasted once and never done,

Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun.

A far-off blow-hole booming like a gun-

Two chapels built for half a hundred souls.

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Elaborate memorial to Hon Henry Coventry (1619–1686) was an English politician who was Secretary of State for the Northern Department 1672 -1674 and the Southern Department 1674 - 1680.

He was the 3rd son of Thomas 1st Baron Coventry www.flickr.com/gp/52219527@N00/040y7N by his 2nd wife Elizabeth Aldersley; he was the brother of Sir William Coventry, uncle of the Marquess of Halifax, uncle of Sir John Coventry, and brother-in-law of Anthony Ashley-Cooper, 1st Earl of Shaftesbury. He matriculated from Queen's College, Oxford in 1632 aged 14, and graduated the following year. Within a year, he was a Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, and he remained one until 1648. He graduated in both arts and law. He may have become Chancellor of the diocese of Llandaff as early as 1638. In 1640, he obtained leave to travel, and was abroad until just before the Restoration in 1660. He was thus absent from England during the Civil War.

By 1654, he was a captain in the Dutch army, but in contact with Charles II in his exile. During part of his time abroad, he was employed as a royalist agent in Germany and Denmark, in company with Lord Wentworth, until the partnership was dissolved by a violent quarrel, leading apparently to a duel. The reports of his whereabouts at this date are very confused; Henry, his elder brother Francis, and his younger brother, William, being all attached to the exiled court and all commonly spoken of as Coventry. Before the Restoration Francis had ceased to take any active part in public affairs, and William had devoted himself more especially to the service of the Duke of York, whose secretary he continued to be while the duke held the office of Lord High Admiral.

In 1660, he returned to England with letters for Presbyterian leaders including Sir Anthony Ashley-Cooper husband of his sister Margaret. At the same time, he enjoyed the patronage of Edward Hyde, 1st Earl of Clarendon, and remained a faithful friend of Clarendon to the end. In 1661, Henry became MP for Droitwich.

He remained in the service of the crown, holding the position of Groom of the Bedchamber from 1662 - 1672, and in September 1664, he was sent as ambassador to Sweden, where he remained for the next 2 years, "accustoming himself to the northern ways of entertainment, and this grew upon him with age". In 1667, he was sent, jointly with Lord Holles, as plenipotentiary to negotiate the Treaty of Breda

During the negotiations at Breda, he found time to write a heartfelt letter of condolence to his old friend Lord Clarendon on the death of his wife Frances Hyde. Unlike his brother, William, Henry opposed Clarendon's impeachment and banishment, and his eloquent speeches in the House of Commons in Clarendon's defense enhanced his reputation. When the King, who was determined that Clarendon must fall, expressed his displeasure at his known wishes in the matter being defied, Henry with his usual frankness replied that if he could not speak his mind in Parliament, he had best not go there at all. To the King's credit, despite their disagreements, he was later willing to raise Henry to high office,

Coventry's loyalty as a friend would be further demonstrated by his attitude to Clarendon in exile : he cancelled the prohibition on visits by his children to Clarendon in his French exile and may have been working towards Clarendon's eventual return from exile before Clarendon died in 1674. He then organised Clarendon's private funeral in Westminster Abbey.

In 1671 he was again sent on an embassy to Sweden, and in 1672 he was appointed Secretary of State for the Northern Department, transferring to the Southern Department in 1674. In this office he continued till 1680, when his health, shattered by frequent attacks of gout, compelled him to retire from public life. He was a capable administrator, who built up an efficient intelligence service: even the most minor complaints against the Crown, such as the "curse on the King for his bad example to other husbands", uttered by the wife of the town gaoler in Newcastle upon Tyne, came to his attention.

During the Popish Plot, while the nerve of his colleague Joseph Williamson, cracked under the strain, Coventry generally maintained his composure, but he was concerned at the public hysteria: "the nation and the city are in as great a consternation as can be imagined." His cynical, sceptical nature, like Charles II's, disinclined him, at least for a time, to believe in the Plot, and he was particularly wary of the notorious informer William Bedloe. Like most rational people at the time, he came to believe that there had been a plot of some sort, although he regarded much of the evidence as suspect. During the Exclusion Crisis, he was one of the first to warn that any attempt to bar the Duke of York from the succession might lead to civil war: "if that Prince go into another place, it must cost you a standing army to bring him back."

According to Gilbert Burnet, "he was a man of wit and heat, of spirit and candour. He never gave bad advices; but when the king followed the ill advices which others gave, he thought himself bound to excuse if not to justify them. For this the Duke of York commended him much. He said in that he was a pattern to all good subjects, since he defended all the king's counsels in public, even when he had blamed them most in private with the king himself".

He had "an unclouded reputation" for honesty: it is to his credit that after holding public office for nearly 20 years he had not accumulated any large fortune; though no doubt in easy circumstances, he wrote of himself as feeling straitened by the loss of his official salary on 31 December 1680.

Writing to Sir Robert Carr on 12 September 1676 and regretting his inability to fulfill some promise relative to a vacant post, he said: "Promises are like marriages; what we tie with our tongues we cannot untie with our teeth. I have been discreet enough as to the last, but frequently a fool as to the first." Clarendon, grateful for Henry's loyalty to him at the lowest point of his career, called him "a much wiser man" than his brother William, whom Clarendon never forgave for what he saw as William's betrayal of him in 1667.

He died 7th day of December 1686 aged 70

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Title: Funeral of Abraham Lincoln at the Vault

Date: May 04, 1865

Photographer: Ridgway Glover (1831–1866)

Notes: A description of the proceedings in Springfield from the Library of Congress digital newspaper collection:

The Cleveland Leader

Friday, May 5, 1865

FUNERAL OBSEQUIES.

SPRINGFIELD, ILL, May 4.

“Large numbers have continued to visit the former residence of the late President. It is being hung with mourning without, and tastefully decorated within. Large delegations from adjoining States and neighboring settlements have been arriving throughout the night, and many are unable to find accommodations. The weather is warm with an unclouded sky.

At 11 o’clock last night the ladies of the soldiers aid society laid upon the coffin a beautiful cross of evergreen, studded with rare flowers. Other similar tokens have been contributed. Today at noon twentv- one guns were fired, and afterwards single guns at intervals of ten minutes.

About noon the remains were brought from the state house and placed in the hearse which was from St. Louis, and was used in the funeral of Hon. Thomas H. Benton, Gen. Lyon and Governor Gamble.

The hearse was surmounted by a magnificent crown of flowers. Meanwhile a choir of hundreds of voices, accompanied by a brass band sang the hymn : “Children of the Heavenly King, Let us journey as we sing," from the portico of the Capitol…….

The hearse was followed by the horse formerly belonging to Abraham Lincoln, its body was covered with black cloth trimmed with silver fringe.

There were immense crowds of people in the vicinity of the Capitol to see the procession as it passed and persons for several miles occupied the side ways.

The procession arrived at Oak Ridge Cemetery at 1 o'clock. On the left of the vault in which the remains of the President and his son were deposited, was a platform on which singers and an instrumental band unitedly [?] and joined in chanting appropriate music, including a burial hymn by the deceased President’s pastor, Rev. Dr. Gurley. On the right was the speaker’s stand, appropriately draped with mourning……

…….The vault at this place is erected at the foot of a knoll in a beautiful and newly added part of the grounds, which contains forest trees of all varieties. It has a doric gable resting on pilastors; the main wall being rustic. The vault is about 15 feet high and about the same in width, with semi-circular wings of brick projecting from the hillside.

The material is limestone, procured at Joliett, Ill. Directly inside of the ponderous iron doors is an iron grating. The interior walls are covered with black velvet, dotted with evergreens. In the centre of the velvet is a foundation of brick capped with a marble slab, on which the coffin rests. The front of the vault is trimmed with evergreens.

The dead march in Saul was sung, accompanied by the band, as the remains were deposited. Thousands of persons were assembled at the cemetery before the arrival of the procession.

The scene was of solemnly intense interest and the landscape truly beautiful in the light of an unclouded sun. Religious exercises were, singing of a dirge, followed by reading of appropriate portions of the Scriptures and a prayer, after a hymn by the choir, Rev. Mr. Hubbard read the last inaugural of President Lincoln, next a dirage was sung by the choir, when Bishop Simpson delivered the funeral oration. It was in the highest degree eloquent and patriotic portions of it were applauded; then followed another hymn, when the Benediction was pronounced by the Rev. Dr. Gurley. The procession was then reformed and returned to the city….”

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Unclouded

By conscience

Remorse

Or delusions of morality

I admire its purity

A survivor—

The perfect organism

After escaping planned demolition in the 1960s, St Pancras railway station was renovated and expanded during the 2000s at a cost of £800 million with a ceremony attended by the Queen and extensive publicity introducing it as a public space. The restored station has 15 platforms, a shopping centre and a bus station, and is served by London Underground's King's Cross St Pancras tube station.

On the upper level, above the Arcade concourse, stands a bronze statue of the former Poet Laureate Sir John Betjeman, gazing in apparent wonder at the Barlow roof.

Designed by British sculptor Martin Jennings, the statue commemorates the poet's successful campaign to save the station from demolition in the 1960s. The 2-metre-high statue stands on a flat disc of Cumbrian slate inscribed with lines from Betjeman's poem Cornish Cliffs:

And in the shadowless unclouded glare

Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where

A misty sea-line meets the wash of air.

—John Betjeman, Cornish Cliffs. en.wikipedia.org

i want to get into my car and drive until i find what i'm looking for. maybe it's purpose

or maybe its a new start

or maybe it's just a sky with unclouded stars

The 195th running of the Corsa dell'Arno.

Beginning in 1827, the Corsa dell'Arno is the oldest, longest running horse race in the country of Italy.

. . . . . . . . . .

PINDARIC ODES

The First Olymipionique to Hiero of Syracus,

Victorious in the Horse-race (476 B.C.)

Each element to water yields;

And gold, like blazing fire by night.

Amidst the stores of wealth that builds

The mind aloft, is eminently bright:

But if, my soul, with fond desire

To sing of games thou dost aspire,

As thou by day canst not descry.

Through all the liquid waste of sky,

One burnished star, that like the sun does glow,

And cherish everything below,

So, my sweet soul, no toil divine.

In song, does like the Olympian shine:

Hence do the mighty poets raise

A hymn, of every tongue the praise,

The son of Saturn to resound,

When far, from every land, they come

To visit Hiero's regal dome.

Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:

Lord of Sicilians fleecy plains,

He governs, righteous in his power,

And, all excelling while he reigns,

From every lovely virtue crops the flower;

In music, blossom of delight,

Divinely skilled, he cheers the night,

As we are wont, when friends design

To feast and wanton o'er their wine:

But from the wall the Dorian harp take down.

If Pisa, city of renown,

And if the fleet victorious steed

The boast of his unrivalled breed,

Heart-pleasing raptures did inspire,

And warm thy breast with sacred fire,

When late, on Alpheus' crowded shore,

Forth-springing quick, each nerve he strained,

The warning of the spur disdained,

And swift to victory his master bore,

The loved Syracusian, the prince of the course,

The king, who delights in the speed of the horse:

Great his glory, great his fame.

Throughout the land where Lydian Pelops came

To plant his men, a chosen race

A land the ocean does embrace,

Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the main,

Was known to love, when into life again,

From the reviving cauldron warm,

Clotho produced him whole, his shoulder-blade.

And its firm brawn, of shining ivory made:

But truth, unvarnished, oft neglected lies,

When fabled tales, invented to surprise.

In miracles mighty, have power to charm,

Where fictions, happily combined,

Deceive and captivate the mind:

Thus Poesy, harmonious spell,

The source of pleasures ever new.

With dignity does wonders tell;

And we, amazed, believe each wonder true.

Day after day, brings truth to light,

Unveiled, and manifest to sight:

But, of the blessed, those lips, which name

Foul deeds aloud, shall suffer blame.

Thee, son of Tantalus, my faithful song

Shall vindicate from every wrong,

The glories of thy house restore.

And bafle falsehoods told before:

Now, in his turn, thy fire prepared

A banquet; when the gods appeared

At Sipylus, his sweet abode,

To grace the due proportioned feast:

There, first, the trident-bearing guest

Beheld thy lovely form; and now, he glowed;

And now, his soul subdued by love,

Thee in his golden car he bore

Swift to the lofty towers of Jove,

Whose name the nations all around adore:

Thus Ganymede was caught on high,

To serve the power who rules the sky.

When thou no longer didst appear,

And those, who sought a pledge so dear.

Without thee to thy widowed mother came.

Some envious neighbor, to defame

Thy father's feast, a rumor spread,

The rumor through the country fled,

That thou, to heighten the repast,

Wast into seething water cast,

Fierce bubbling o'er the raging fire,

Thy limbs without compassion carved,

Thy sodden flesh in messes served,

To gorge the gods and a voracious fire:

But, in thought ever pure, shall I deem it amiss.

Vile gluttons to call the partakers of bliss;

Let me then refrain, and dread:

A curse hangs over the blasphemer’s head.

If they, who supervise and ward

The heavens, did ever show regard

To mortal man this Tantalus might boast,

Of mortal men that he was honored most:

But he not able to digest

The glut, the surfeit, of immortal joys,

One heinous forfeit all his bliss destroys:

For over him the godhead hung, in air,

A ponderous stone, a dreadful poise of care!

From his head to remove it, with terror oppressed,

In vain he tries, and seeks in vain

One cheerful moment to regain:

A life of woe, beyond relief,

His portion now; ordained before

To torments of a three-fold grief,

This fourth was added to complete his store,

Since, high presuming in his soul.

He nectar and ambrosia stole, no

To give to men; by which he knew

That, tasting, he immortal grew:

But he not man deceived: the gods reveal

What most we labor to conceal:

For this the powers, who deathless reign,

To earth sent down his son again.

To dwell with men, a short-lived race.

Whose sudden fate comes on apace.

His flowery age in all its pride,

When, o^er his chin, a blackening shade

Of down was cast, a vow he made.

Deep in his soul, to win the proffered bride

Hippodamia, boasted name.

From her great fire the Pisan proud.

Alone, by night, the lover came

Beside the hoary sea, and called aloud

On him who sways the triple spear,

And fills with din the deafened ear;

When, at his feet, the god arose:

Then Pelops, eager to disclose

His mighty care, Neptune, if thy mind

In love did ever pleasure find.

Let not CEnomaiis prevail,

And let his brazen javelin fail:

Oh! bear me hence, on wheels of speed,

To Elis, to the glorious meed:

To victory, Oh! whirl me, strait:

Since, after ten, and other three.

Bold suitors slain, yet still we see,

From year to year, the promised nuptials wait

"Of his daughter. No perilous toil can excite

The dastard in heart, who despairs of his might.

Since we all are bom to die.

Who, overcast, would in oblivion lie,

In unreputed age decay,

And meanly squander life away.

Cut off from every praise? Then let me dare

This conflict, in the dusty lists, to share;

And prosper thou my glowing wheels/*

Thus Pelops spoke; nor was his fervent prayer

Poured forth in fruitless words, to waste in air:

The deity his whole ambition grants;

Nor shining car, nor coursers, now he wants:

In the golden bright chariot new vigor he feels,

Exulting in the horses' feet,

Unwearied ever, ever fleet:

CEnomaiis, he triumphs o'er

Thy prowess, and, to share his bed.

Claims the bright maid; who to him bore

Six princely sons, to manly virtues bred.

Now, solemnized with steaming blood,

And pious rites, near Alpheus' flood

Intombed, he sleeps, where the altar stands.

That draws the vows of distant lands:

And round his tomb the circling racers strive:

And round the wheeling chariots drive.

In thy famed courses, Pelops, rise

The Olympian glories to the skies,

And shine afar: there we behold

The stretch of manhood, strenuous, bold,

In sore fatigues, and there the strife

Of winged feet. Thrice happy he,

Who overcomes! for he shall see

Unclouded days, and taste the sweets of life,

Thy boon, O victory! thy prize.

The good that, in a day obtained,

From day to day fresh joy supplies,

Is the supreme of bliss to man ordained:

But let me now the rider raise,

And crown him with AEolian lays,

The victor's due: and I confide,

Though every welcome guest were tried.

Not one, in all the concourse, would be found

For fairest knowledge more renowned.

Nor yet a master more to twine,

In lasting hymns, each wreathing line.

The guardian god, who watchful guides

Thy fortunes, Hiero, presides

O’er all thy cares with anxious powV:

And soon, if he does not deny

His needful aid, my hopes run high

To sing more pleasing, in the joyful hour,

On thy chariot, triumphant when thou shalt appear,

And fly o'er the course with a rapid career.

Tracing paths of language fair,

As I to Cronion's sunny mount repair.

Even now the muse prepares to raise.

Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,

For me to wield. Approved in other things.

To others rise, conspicuous: only Kings,

High mounting, on the summit fix:

There bound thy view, wide-spread, nor vainly try

Farther to stretch the prospect of thine eye:

Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime,

With steady steps, the measured tract of time:

Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix,

In Greece, throughout the learned throng,

Proclaimed unrivalled in my song.

-- Pindar (522-443 B.C.); translated by Ambrose Philips

After bringing more wood in and loading the stove for the night, Jake locked the front door, checked that the windows were secured and pushed a cabinet in front of the door. Jake then pushed the couch into the bedroom. The group had previously decided to all stay in the same room for security reasons. Jake advised that if he had to start shooting at someone or something, he needed to know where the girls were located. For the past two weeks, Kaira has been sleeping with Jake, so he assumed that this would continue to be the arrangement. Callie stated that her and Airen can sleep on opposite sides of the couch.

Jake returned to the bedroom to continue writing. Like the previous nights, Kaira came in wearing her shawl and laid down next to Jake. A few minutes later, Airen and Callie came into the room and began getting situated for the night. Callie asked "what about this door?" Jake would normally secure the door of the room they are staying in but as Jake explained, it needed to stay open for the heat of the wood stove in the next room.

Jake returned to bed next to Kaira. The room calmed for the night. Jake continued to write using the solar light. While hiking for miles over the past few days, Jake has been thinking about methods to bring hope to the group. Something to believe in and to work towards. A way to expand and provide meaning to their current existence. Jake began writing about a hierarchy for the group. A right-of passage to reach the next level. Jake knew that this was just fantasy, but, what if this fantasy could bring hope and a reason to continue to survive beyond their basic needs. After all, the highest level of Maslow's Hierarchy: Self Actuation, is ultimate creativity and freedom in the arts. This world is now theirs to make their own. Who is going to say that they can't?

That question of who, momentarily hung on Jake's mind. He knew he needed to protect the group from outside influence. Jake wrote "I need a rifle. Maybe we all need rifles."

Kaira asked Jake to read to her. He read the passage that he had been working on tonight.

The Unveiling of the Sacred Text: The Purity of Flesh and Word

To embark upon the path that leads to the highest revelations, the follower must first learn the true nature of purity; not the purity of the spirit alone, but the purity of flesh, untouched, unmarked, and untarnished by the sins of the world. The mind can only reach its true capacity when it is unclouded, when the body is as unblemished as the pages upon which the Eternal Words are written.

Thus, the first trial is the Rite of the Unclad Word. It begins with the shedding of all clothing, all fabric that serves to hide the body's divine form. The flesh must be bare, exposed to the air, so that the true soul of the follower may emerge unhindered, unencumbered by the material world. Clothing is a veil of deception; to study the sacred writings clothed in fabric is to deny the purity of thought and spirit that must flow from the flesh itself.

To Jakes surprise, Kaira started to remove her shawl. It was difficult to read with her lying there. Her beautiful body exposed to the light next to him. Only her underwear remained on.

Jake continued: Clothing is a veil of deception; to study the sacred writings clothed in fabric is to deny the purity of thought and spirit that must flow from the flesh itself. Kaira then removed her underwear as Jake continued to attempt to read. Kaira rolled over onto Jake with her hand on his chest. She appeared to fall asleep by the time Jake finished reading. He spent a few minutes staring at her. She was actually following along and acting out his writing. Where could this take them he pondered. He wondered if his writing could direct something further. Jake laid there thinking of multiple angles to continue with his writing until he eventually fell asleep.

Jake woke up the next morning with Kaira still nude, holding onto him. The other girls were still sleeping. Jake covered Kaira and eased out of the bed. He grabbed his gun, and went outside to walk the perimeter. His mind was trying to figure out what happened last night. He needed to write more.

The 195th running of the Corsa dell'Arno.

Beginning in 1827, the Corsa dell'Arno is the oldest, longest running horse race in the country of Italy.

. . . . . . . . . .

PINDARIC ODES

The First Olymipionique to Hiero of Syracus,

Victorious in the Horse-race (476 B.C.)

Each element to water yields;

And gold, like blazing fire by night.

Amidst the stores of wealth that builds

The mind aloft, is eminently bright:

But if, my soul, with fond desire

To sing of games thou dost aspire,

As thou by day canst not descry.

Through all the liquid waste of sky,

One burnished star, that like the sun does glow,

And cherish everything below,

So, my sweet soul, no toil divine.

In song, does like the Olympian shine:

Hence do the mighty poets raise

A hymn, of every tongue the praise,

The son of Saturn to resound,

When far, from every land, they come

To visit Hiero's regal dome.

Where peace, where plenty, is for ever found:

Lord of Sicilians fleecy plains,

He governs, righteous in his power,

And, all excelling while he reigns,

From every lovely virtue crops the flower;

In music, blossom of delight,

Divinely skilled, he cheers the night,

As we are wont, when friends design

To feast and wanton o'er their wine:

But from the wall the Dorian harp take down.

If Pisa, city of renown,

And if the fleet victorious steed

The boast of his unrivalled breed,

Heart-pleasing raptures did inspire,

And warm thy breast with sacred fire,

When late, on Alpheus' crowded shore,

Forth-springing quick, each nerve he strained,

The warning of the spur disdained,

And swift to victory his master bore,

The loved Syracusian, the prince of the course,

The king, who delights in the speed of the horse:

Great his glory, great his fame.

Throughout the land where Lydian Pelops came

To plant his men, a chosen race

A land the ocean does embrace,

Pelops, whom Neptune, ruler of the main,

Was known to love, when into life again,

From the reviving cauldron warm,

Clotho produced him whole, his shoulder-blade.

And its firm brawn, of shining ivory made:

But truth, unvarnished, oft neglected lies,

When fabled tales, invented to surprise.

In miracles mighty, have power to charm,

Where fictions, happily combined,

Deceive and captivate the mind:

Thus Poesy, harmonious spell,

The source of pleasures ever new.

With dignity does wonders tell;

And we, amazed, believe each wonder true.

Day after day, brings truth to light,

Unveiled, and manifest to sight:

But, of the blessed, those lips, which name

Foul deeds aloud, shall suffer blame.

Thee, son of Tantalus, my faithful song

Shall vindicate from every wrong,

The glories of thy house restore.

And bafle falsehoods told before:

Now, in his turn, thy fire prepared

A banquet; when the gods appeared

At Sipylus, his sweet abode,

To grace the due proportioned feast:

There, first, the trident-bearing guest

Beheld thy lovely form; and now, he glowed;

And now, his soul subdued by love,

Thee in his golden car he bore

Swift to the lofty towers of Jove,

Whose name the nations all around adore:

Thus Ganymede was caught on high,

To serve the power who rules the sky.

When thou no longer didst appear,

And those, who sought a pledge so dear.

Without thee to thy widowed mother came.

Some envious neighbor, to defame

Thy father's feast, a rumor spread,

The rumor through the country fled,

That thou, to heighten the repast,

Wast into seething water cast,

Fierce bubbling o'er the raging fire,

Thy limbs without compassion carved,

Thy sodden flesh in messes served,

To gorge the gods and a voracious fire:

But, in thought ever pure, shall I deem it amiss.

Vile gluttons to call the partakers of bliss;

Let me then refrain, and dread:

A curse hangs over the blasphemer’s head.

If they, who supervise and ward

The heavens, did ever show regard

To mortal man this Tantalus might boast,

Of mortal men that he was honored most:

But he not able to digest

The glut, the surfeit, of immortal joys,

One heinous forfeit all his bliss destroys:

For over him the godhead hung, in air,

A ponderous stone, a dreadful poise of care!

From his head to remove it, with terror oppressed,

In vain he tries, and seeks in vain

One cheerful moment to regain:

A life of woe, beyond relief,

His portion now; ordained before

To torments of a three-fold grief,

This fourth was added to complete his store,

Since, high presuming in his soul.

He nectar and ambrosia stole, no

To give to men; by which he knew

That, tasting, he immortal grew:

But he not man deceived: the gods reveal

What most we labor to conceal:

For this the powers, who deathless reign,

To earth sent down his son again.

To dwell with men, a short-lived race.

Whose sudden fate comes on apace.

His flowery age in all its pride,

When, o^er his chin, a blackening shade

Of down was cast, a vow he made.

Deep in his soul, to win the proffered bride

Hippodamia, boasted name.

From her great fire the Pisan proud.

Alone, by night, the lover came

Beside the hoary sea, and called aloud

On him who sways the triple spear,

And fills with din the deafened ear;

When, at his feet, the god arose:

Then Pelops, eager to disclose

His mighty care, Neptune, if thy mind

In love did ever pleasure find.

Let not CEnomaiis prevail,

And let his brazen javelin fail:

Oh! bear me hence, on wheels of speed,

To Elis, to the glorious meed:

To victory, Oh! whirl me, strait:

Since, after ten, and other three.

Bold suitors slain, yet still we see,

From year to year, the promised nuptials wait

"Of his daughter. No perilous toil can excite

The dastard in heart, who despairs of his might.

Since we all are bom to die.

Who, overcast, would in oblivion lie,

In unreputed age decay,

And meanly squander life away.

Cut off from every praise? Then let me dare

This conflict, in the dusty lists, to share;

And prosper thou my glowing wheels/*

Thus Pelops spoke; nor was his fervent prayer

Poured forth in fruitless words, to waste in air:

The deity his whole ambition grants;

Nor shining car, nor coursers, now he wants:

In the golden bright chariot new vigor he feels,

Exulting in the horses' feet,

Unwearied ever, ever fleet:

CEnomaiis, he triumphs o'er

Thy prowess, and, to share his bed.

Claims the bright maid; who to him bore

Six princely sons, to manly virtues bred.

Now, solemnized with steaming blood,

And pious rites, near Alpheus' flood

Intombed, he sleeps, where the altar stands.

That draws the vows of distant lands:

And round his tomb the circling racers strive:

And round the wheeling chariots drive.

In thy famed courses, Pelops, rise

The Olympian glories to the skies,

And shine afar: there we behold

The stretch of manhood, strenuous, bold,

In sore fatigues, and there the strife

Of winged feet. Thrice happy he,

Who overcomes! for he shall see

Unclouded days, and taste the sweets of life,

Thy boon, O victory! thy prize.

The good that, in a day obtained,

From day to day fresh joy supplies,

Is the supreme of bliss to man ordained:

But let me now the rider raise,

And crown him with AEolian lays,

The victor's due: and I confide,

Though every welcome guest were tried.

Not one, in all the concourse, would be found

For fairest knowledge more renowned.

Nor yet a master more to twine,

In lasting hymns, each wreathing line.

The guardian god, who watchful guides

Thy fortunes, Hiero, presides

O’er all thy cares with anxious powV:

And soon, if he does not deny

His needful aid, my hopes run high

To sing more pleasing, in the joyful hour,

On thy chariot, triumphant when thou shalt appear,

And fly o'er the course with a rapid career.

Tracing paths of language fair,

As I to Cronion's sunny mount repair.

Even now the muse prepares to raise.

Her growth, the strongest dart of praise,

For me to wield. Approved in other things.

To others rise, conspicuous: only Kings,

High mounting, on the summit fix:

There bound thy view, wide-spread, nor vainly try

Farther to stretch the prospect of thine eye:

Be, then, thy glorious lot to tread sublime,

With steady steps, the measured tract of time:

Be mine, with the prize-bearing worthies to mix,

In Greece, throughout the learned throng,

Proclaimed unrivalled in my song.

-- Pindar (522-443 B.C.); translated by Ambrose Philips

Moonset in the early hours of the morning with the trees frosted from the cold night.

"It’s an incredible gift -- and one you really only get once -- to be new to a place and its stories, when nothing yet seems mundane or ordinary, when everything is a possible story to tell. It was fantastic, over the last week and a half, to experience Uganda this way, to see it in a way that was unclouded by experience. Of course, there are also disadvantages to newness, but it does give you a particularly granular and vivid way of seeing. Every day, we all pelted our fixers and drivers with questions that I'm sure seemed to them more than bit odd -- why are there so many storks in Kampala? How come sports betting is so popular here? How come all the shops stay open until midnight? -- Everything, in other words, seemed up for questioning. Nothing was yet normal. That was my highlight." - Ryan Brown

Ryan Brown catches Amina Tayona, the best female whitewater kayaker in Africa and the only African woman to compete in the World Freestyle Kayak Championships, in action. Photo by IWMF staff member Nadine Hoffman.

These guys have been a real challenge.

“Just an adolescent in 1946, I went to sign my name on the underside of the sky during a fantastic 'realistico-imaginary' journey. That day, as I lay on the beach at Nice, I began to hate the birds which occasionally flew in my pure, unclouded blue sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and more beautiful work.”

Excerpt from “Chelsea Hotel Manifesto,” in Overcoming the Problematics of Art: The Writings of Yves Klein, trans. Klaus Ottmann, 199.

Yves Klein, Le ciel au-dessus de Nice [The Sky Above Nice], published in ZERO, 1961. © 2010 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/ADAGP, Paris. Courtesy Yves Klein Archives

Around Mobile Bay today.

Two days before the battle, Hodgson's poem Before Action was published:

By all the glories of the day

And the cool evening's benison,

By that last sunset touch that lay

Upon the hills when day was done,

By beauty lavishly outpoured

And blessings carelessly received,

By all the days that I have lived

Make me a soldier, Lord.

By all of man's hopes and fears,

And all the wonders poets sing,

The laughter of unclouded years,

And every sad and lovely thing:

By the romantic ages stored

With high endeavour that was his,

By all his mad catastrophes

Make me a man, O Lord.

I, that on my familiar hill

Saw with uncomprehending eyes

A hundred of Thy sunsets spill

Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,

Ere the sun swings his noonday sword

Must say goodbye to all of this: -

By all delights that I shall miss,

Help me to die, O Lord.

Hodgson, born 3rd Jan 1893, was the fourth and youngest child of Henry Bernard Hodgson, the Bishop of Saint Edmundsbury and Ipswich. He entered into The School House of Durham School in September 1905 on a King's Scholarship. He steered in the second crew in 1907; was in the XI, 1910, 1911; and in the XV, 1910. He won the Steeplechase in 1909 and 1911. He left Durham in July 1911, with Gallipoli war poet and friend Nowell Oxland, for Oxford University where he was an exhibitioner of Christ Church. He obtained a first class degree in Classical Moderations in March 1913 and decided to stay and do Greats.

Known as "Smiler" to his friends, he volunteered for the British Army on the outbreak of the First World War in 1914 and served in the 9th Battalion of the Devonshire Regiment. For the first year of the War he was training in England, before landing at Le Havre on 28 July 1915 and being sent to trenches near Festubert. His first major offensive came on 25 September during the Battle of Loos. He was mentioned in despatches and awarded the Military Cross for holding a captured trench for 36 hours without reinforcements or supplies during the battle and he was subsequently promoted to lieutenant.

Having returned to England after the Battle of Loos, he was positioned with his Battalion in the front line trenches at Fricourt in February 1916, before moving a kilometre or so to the trenches opposite the town of Mametz in April. The trench was named Mansell Copse, as it was in a group of trees. He was killed on the first day of the Battle of the Somme when attacking German trenches near Mametz. He was bombing officer for his battalion during the attack, and was killed by a machine gun positioned at Shrine Alley whilst taking grenades to the men in the newly captured trenches. The bullet went through his neck, killing him instantly. His servant was found next to him after the offensive had ended. He is buried in Devonshire Cemetery in Mansell Copse.

Tempus Fujitsu considers it her sacred duty to stand outside the city wearing a gold coat, mostly silent, mostly stationary – standing here, welcoming newcomers to Paris. As a new person arrives from the dusty outskirts, Tempus Fujitsu pauses, bends, and with an elaborate flourish of her hat and hand welcomes this newcomer into the city. She’s a success at this. She’s been doing it for a while. And others have caught on, decided that they want to do this too. So a few hundred yards beyond her, even further into the outskirts of Paris, there’s another robot, Mr. Godspeed-Mompers. He welcomes newcomers to the city the same way, wears the same gold coat, flashes them with an elaborate flourish as well. Over time, a transfinite number of robots has emerged to welcome newcomers like you into the city, each robot taking position beyond the previous robot. And now, by the time you get to Tempus Fujitsu, you’ve had enough already, you’re tired of being welcomed to the city, you ignore all these robots. And it’s easy to ignore them all, because the city has grown a lot since the time Tempus Fujitsu first took up her mostly stationary post outside the city entrance. The city is growing, restaurants and civic centers have grown around her. Statues have gone up, there are street fairs to be had, there’s seafood and sultry things for sale on the sidewalks of Paris in summer. And on walking through an open-air weekend market, you realize how far you’ve come from the smells of crabs and sea-spume from your childhood. True, and there are stalls selling fennel, African dates, and these wonderful flat Saturn peaches, and you taste Paris on a no-fooling sticky summer’s day, your hands and face smeared like a little kid’s with unwashed peach flesh, peach juice. And a French street corner is the smell of seafood in the sunlight, rotting in the skies unclouded blue & covered in wisteria blossoms.... And Tempus Fujitsu is all but forgotten, where she still wears her gold coat, still flourishes her hat from time to time, all-but-forgotten and mostly unseen among the arches and pavilions of Paris, so large now that it has overgrown the suburbs and surrounding countryside and has become something of a spaceport of its former self. Welcome to the new next-generation Paris, as illustrated in this, the new next-generation L’Illustration magazine!

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Here is the text used in the montage; it comes from "Mathematical Foundations of Scientific Visualization, Computer Graphics, and Massive Data Exploration (Mathematics and Visualization)"

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58 A. Mascarenhas and J. Snoeyink Fig. 10. The functions f and g are represented by their dotted and solid level curves. The Jacobi curve is drawn in bold solid lines. The birth-death points and the critical points of the two functions are marked by white and shaded dots, respectivelyobtained by adding time as an extra dimension to the domain and letting g represent time. For a regular value t \Xi R, consider the level set g-1(t) and the restriction of f to this level set ft : g-1(t) \Lambda R. The Jacobi curve of f and g is the closure of the set of critical points of the functions ft , for all t \Xi R. The closure operation adds the critical points of f restricted to level sets at critical values, as well as the critical points of g, which form singularities in these level sets. We use Fig. 10 from [23] to illustrate the definition by showing the Jacobi curve of two smooth functions on a piece of the two-dimensional plane. To understand this picture, imagine f as a conelike mountain indicated by dotted level curves, and the solid level curves of g gliding over that mountain. On the left, we see a circle beginning at a minimum of g and expanding outwards on a slope. As this circle expands a maximum of the restriction of f moves up and a minimum moves down from the starting point.Consider a 1-parameter family of Morse functions on the 3-sphere, f : S3 *R \Lambda R , and introduce an auxiliary function g : S3 * R \Lambda R defined by g(x, t) = t. A level set has the form g-1(t) = S3 * t, and the restriction of f to this level set is ft : S3 * t \Lambda R. The Jacobi curve of f and g may consist of several components, and in the assumed generic case each is a closed 1-manifold. Identify the birth-death points where the level sets of f and g and the Jacobi curve have a common normal direction. To understand these points, imagine a level set in the form of a (twodimensional) sphere deforming, sprouting a bud, as we go forward in time. The bud has two critical points, one a maximum and the other a 2-saddle. At the time when the bud just starts sprouting there is a point on the sphere, a birth point, where both these critical points are born. Run this in reverse order to understand a death point. Decompose the Jacobi curve into segments by cutting it at the birth-death points. The index of the critical point tracing a segment is the same everywhere along the segment. The indices within two segments that meet at a birth-death point differ by one:

Tonya felt sexy it must have been like day two of vacation.

Maybe it is not fair of me to represent Nietzsche's conception of the post-Christian or the post-human man - der Übermensch - by the scary monster in the movie "Alien" by Ridley Scott.

Firstly Nietzsche was not a utopian (like Marx for example). He did not want to create a new human race and a new society for the new human race. He was first and foremost a critic of the Western civilisation.

The concept of the overman is more about Nietzsche's desire to overcome the Christian morality, which in Nietzsche’s opinion represents weakness. There is only one world, the earthly world. There is not waiting another and better world after death for the man who has lived in accordance with Christian morality. Instead, man should develop freely, relate to his life as an artist relates to his creation of art and love his fate, whatever it may bring of happiness and unhappiness.

Secondly the scary monster in the movie “Alien” is more a kind of nightmare of Darwin, a supreme being of the natural selection evolved in a hostile environment. It represents not culture. It does not care for opera and pre-Socratic philosophy as Nietzsche did.

Excerpt from "Alien":

"Ash: You still don't understand what you're dealing with, do you? Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility.

Lambert: You admire it.

Ash: I admire its purity. A survivor ... unclouded by conscience, remorse, or delusions of morality."

Excerpts from “Thus spoke Zarathustra”:

"I teach you the overman. Man is something that shall be overcome. What have you done to overcome him?

All beings so far have created something beyond themselves; and do you want to be the ebb of this great flood and even go back to the beasts rather than overcome man? What is the ape to man? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. And man shall be just that for the overman: a laughingstock or a painful embarrassment. You have made your way from worm to man, and much in you is still worm. Once you were apes, and even now, too, man is more ape than any ape.

Behold, I teach you the overman. The overman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: the overman shall be the meaning of the earth! I beseech you, my brothers, remain faithful to the earth, and do not believe those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poison-mixers are they, whether they know it or not. Despisers of life are they, decaying and poisoned themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so let them go.

Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman – a rope over an abyss. A dangerous across, a dangerous on-the-way, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous shuddering and stopping. What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end: what can be loved in man is that he is an overture and a going under."

William Alexander Månesøn. Prince of the Blue Moon.

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Weeks Bay bog.

Hatcher Pass,

Matanuska-Susitna Borough, Alaska, United States

Rimini !!!

In this picture, you cannot exactly see it, but this guy is really athletic!

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A very vivid shot of the beach of Rimini!

come by and look at it

“And in the shadowless unclouded glare

Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where

A misty sea-line meets the wash of air.”

Sherborne School Chapel Memorials, Sherborne School, Abbey Road, Sherborne, Dorset, UK, DT9 3AP.

Location in chapel: South wall (Sanctuary).

Inscription:

IN MEMORIAM

H.N. de VILLIERS

EQUITIS QUI SCHOLAE

NOSTRAE ALUMNUS IDEM

ET GUBERNATOR INGENIO

PIETATE CONSILIO INSIGNIS

SEPTIMO QUINQUAGESTIMO

AETATIS ANNO IMMATURA

MORTE ABREPTUS EST

A.D. MCMLVIII

Date of installation: 1960.

Biographical Information:

Henri Nicolas de Villiers (1902-1958).

Born 22 January 1902.

Son of Jacob Nicolas de Villiers (1856-1931) and Adelaide Engelsman (1862-1946) of Stellenbosch, South Africa, and 12 Genesta Road, Westcliffe-on-Sea.

Attended Lindenthorpe preparatory school, Broadstairs, Kent.

Attended Sherborne School (School House) September 1915-July 1921; Scholar; 6th form; School Prefect; Head of School; Fletcher French 1918; Greek Prose 1919, 1920, 1921; Barnes Elocution 1920; Classical Medal 1920, 1921; English Essay 1920; English Verse 1921; Greek Verse 1920, 1921; Latin Prose 1919, 1920, 1921; Latin Verse 1919, 1920, 1921; Leweston Classics 1920, 1921; Longmuir English 1921; Marson Greek 1919; Parsons Divinity 1918, 1920; XI 1919, 1920, 1921.

Scholar, New College, Oxford; 1st class Honours Moderations; Gaisford Greek Verse 1925.

Home Civil Service (Ministry of Labour).

Barrister-at-Law.

WW2, Control Commission for Germany, 1944; Ministry of Works 1945.

KBE 1948.

Deputy Secretary, Ministry of Pensions and National Insurance.

Governor of the School, 1950-1958

Died 4 February 1958.

Governors' Meeting Minutes, 18 July 1959: 'The late Sir Nicolas de Villilers, KBE. Approval was given to a plan (produced) of the proposed bookcase for the Classical VIth Class room and to the suggested memorial tablet being placed in a suitable position in the window recess on the South of the Chapel Sanctuary with three others already there. Consideration was then given to three draft inscriptions in Latin prepared by the Headmaster and it was agreed that the third of these be submitted to Lady de Villiers for approval after any slight modifications, including the insertion of a date, had been made by the Headmaster in consultation with Mr Kingsford.'

Governors' Meeting Minutes, 19 March 1960: 'Memorial to the late Sir Nicolas de Villiers, KBE. It was reported that the memorial tablet in the School Chapel and the bookcase in the Classical VIth form room were now completed.'

A personal memory of Sir Henri Nicolas de Villiers, K.B.E. given by Nowell Charles Smith at a memorial service held in Sherborne School Chapel on 12 February 1958:

‘I am asked to say something of Sir Nicolas de Villiers who died on February 4th at the age of 56 at the height of his powers; and I do so willingly, though sadly, after an unclouded friendship of more than forty years.

His very varied and highly valued work in the Civil Service, his other interests and his character were well recorded in the obituary notice in The Times, from which it is enough to quote here: “Those who were fortunate to know him in one or more of his various capacities will remember him as much for his friendship as for his achievements. He saw good in all men. To those who worked with him he was a friend as well as a colleague, and they will feel his loss all the more severely.”

Of his value as a Governor of the School it is not for me to speak; but of his school life it is. Of the many lifelong friends whom I gained from my eighteen years at Sherborne, there was none whom I have known more intimately or whose character, accomplishments and company have given me more happiness.

He came as a scholar to the School House in September 1915, a neat good looking boy with the modest but lively and self-possessed bearing which he shared throughout his career. From July 1917 to July 1921 his name figures frequently in The Shirburnian in almost every form of activity intellectual and athletic. He won the School Prizes in Classics (many), French, Divinity, English and Elocution. At his last Commemoration he not only received six of the twelve prizes, but actually composed the Prologue which he recited as Head of the School. He played cricket for the School for three years, was Captain of Fives and a Sergeant in the O.T.C., edited The Shirburnian and was effective both in debates and in the drama which flourished so notably under the leadership of Mr Tindall and Mr Fox.

His conduct was irreproachable without a touch of priggishness, loyal and firm without solemnity; he was eager in discussion, keen in action, friendly and merry in company. About half his school life was in days full of strain and anxiety and often agony for adults, and not least for a headmaster; the latter part in those of recuperation and hoped not yet dimmed by disillusion. The years 1920-1921 were the happiest of my life at Sherborne, and in that happiness de V (as I always think of him) as house and school prefect had as large a share as anyone.’

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Presented by Sir Henry Tate with his first gift to the gallery in 1894 - Tate Britain, Millbank, London

The Lady of Shalott (1832)

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

Part I

On either side the river lie

Long fields of barley and of rye,

That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

And thro' the field the road runs by

To many-tower'd Camelot;

The yellow-leaved waterlily

The green-sheathed daffodilly

Tremble in the water chilly

Round about Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.

The sunbeam showers break and quiver

In the stream that runneth ever

By the island in the river

Flowing down to Camelot.

Four gray walls, and four gray towers

Overlook a space of flowers,

And the silent isle imbowers

The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,

The reaper, reaping late and early,

Hears her ever chanting cheerly,

Like an angel, singing clearly,

O'er the stream of Camelot.

Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,

Beneath the moon, the reaper weary

Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,

Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd

With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd

With roses: by the marge unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,

Skimming down to Camelot.

A pearl garland winds her head:

She leaneth on a velvet bed,

Full royally apparelled,

The Lady of Shalott.

Part II

No time hath she to sport and play:

A charmed web she weaves alway.

A curse is on her, if she stay

Her weaving, either night or day,

To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be;

Therefore she weaveth steadily,

Therefore no other care hath she,

The Lady of Shalott.

She lives with little joy or fear.

Over the water, running near,

The sheepbell tinkles in her ear.

Before her hangs a mirror clear,

Reflecting tower'd Camelot.

And as the mazy web she whirls,

She sees the surly village churls,

And the red cloaks of market girls

Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,

Goes by to tower'd Camelot:

And sometimes thro' the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two:

She hath no loyal knight and true,

The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights

To weave the mirror's magic sights,

For often thro' the silent nights

A funeral, with plumes and lights

And music, came from Camelot:

Or when the moon was overhead

Came two young lovers lately wed;

'I am half sick of shadows,' said

The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,

The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,

And flam'd upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot.

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd

To a lady in his shield,

That sparkled on the yellow field,

Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The bridle bells rang merrily

As he rode down from Camelot:

And from his blazon'd baldric slung

A mighty silver bugle hung,

And as he rode his armour rung,

Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather

Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,

The helmet and the helmet-feather

Burn'd like one burning flame together,

As he rode down from Camelot.

As often thro' the purple night,

Below the starry clusters bright,

Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

Moves over green Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;

On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;

From underneath his helmet flow'd

His coal-black curls as on he rode,

As he rode down from Camelot.

From the bank and from the river

He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:'

Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom

She made three paces thro' the room

She saw the water-flower bloom,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;

The mirror crack'd from side to side;

'The curse is come upon me,' cried

The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

In the stormy east-wind straining,

The pale yellow woods were waning,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining

Over tower'd Camelot;

Outside the isle a shallow boat

Beneath a willow lay afloat,

Below the carven stern she wrote,

The Lady of Shalott.

A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight,

All raimented in snowy white

That loosely flew (her zone in sight

Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright)

Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot,

Though the squally east-wind keenly

Blew, with folded arms serenely

By the water stood the queenly

Lady of Shalott.

With a steady stony glance—

Like some bold seer in a trance,

Beholding all his own mischance,

Mute, with a glassy countenance—

She look'd down to Camelot.

It was the closing of the day:

She loos'd the chain, and down she lay;

The broad stream bore her far away,

The Lady of Shalott.

As when to sailors while they roam,

By creeks and outfalls far from home,

Rising and dropping with the foam,

From dying swans wild warblings come,

Blown shoreward; so to Camelot

Still as the boathead wound along

The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her chanting her deathsong,

The Lady of Shalott.

A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy,

She chanted loudly, chanted lowly,

Till her eyes were darken'd wholly,

And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly,

Turn'd to tower'd Camelot:

For ere she reach'd upon the tide

The first house by the water-side,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,

By garden wall and gallery,

A pale, pale corpse she floated by,

Deadcold, between the houses high,

Dead into tower'd Camelot.

Knight and burgher, lord and dame,

To the planked wharfage came:

Below the stern they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.

They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest,

Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest.

There lay a parchment on her breast,

That puzzled more than all the rest,

The wellfed wits at Camelot.

'The web was woven curiously,

The charm is broken utterly,

Draw near and fear not,—this is I,

The Lady of Shalott.'

from www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45359/the-lady-of-shalott-...

The Postcard

A postally unused carte postale published by Lévy Fils et Cie of Paris.

Visé Paris No. 924

The reference in the bottom-left corner to 'Visé Paris' followed by a unique number means that the image has been inspected by the military authorities in the French capital and deemed not to be a security risk.

'Visé Paris' indicates that the card was published during or soon after the end of the Great War.

The Battle of the Somme

The Battle of the Somme took place between the 1st. July and the 18th. November 1916 on both sides of the upper reaches of the River Somme in France.

In total, more than one million men were wounded or killed, making it one of the bloodiest battles in human history.

Amongst Oxford men who lost their lives were the Prime Minister’s son Raymond Asquith (All Souls) and the War Poet William Noel Hodgson (Christ Church), who wrote the following poem in the days leading up to the battle:

'By all the glories of the day

And the cool evening’s benison

By that last sunset touch that lay

Upon the hills when day was done,

By beauty lavishly outpoured

And blessings carelessly received,

By all the days that I have lived

Make me a soldier, Lord.

By all of all man’s hopes and fears

And all the wonders poets sing,

The laughter of unclouded years,

And every sad and lovely thing;

By the romantic ages stored

With high endeavour that was his,

By all his mad catastrophes

Make me a man, O Lord.

I, that on my familiar hill

Saw with uncomprehending eyes

A hundred of thy sunsets spill

Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice,

Ere the sun swings his noonday sword

Must say good-bye to all of this; –

By all delights that I shall miss,

Help me to die, O Lord'.

(Before Action, 1916)

‘Before Action’ is a three-fold prayer for courage in the face of death, and it has become part of the story of the battle.

Noel's battalion was to advance across the downward slope of a hill, in full view of German trenches on three sides. They knew how slender their chances were.

On 1 July 1916, two days after the publication of ‘Before Action’, Noel Hodgson was killed in the opening minutes of the advance, as he had expected. Over half the battalion and all but one of the officers who fought that day became casualties alongside him.

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So...how do I look today? ;-) Forever Rimini!!!

Referring to the frame in the corners: my lens wasn't completely open. Don't know why it did not open. This frame is the result of that...euh...mistake!

After escaping planned demolition in the 1960s, St Pancras railway station was renovated and expanded during the 2000s at a cost of £800 million with a ceremony attended by the Queen and extensive publicity introducing it as a public space. The restored station has 15 platforms, a shopping centre and a bus station, and is served by London Underground's King's Cross St Pancras tube station.

On the upper level, above the Arcade concourse, stands a bronze statue of the former Poet Laureate Sir John Betjeman, gazing in apparent wonder at the Barlow roof. Designed by British sculptor Martin Jennings, the statue commemorates the poet's successful campaign to save the station from demolition in the 1960s. The 2-metre-high statue stands on a flat disc of Cumbrian slate inscribed with lines from Betjeman's poem Cornish Cliffs:

And in the shadowless unclouded glare

Deep blue above us fades to whiteness where

A misty sea-line meets the wash of air.

Source: en.wikipedia.org

Somewhere between Thessaloniki and Frankfurt, a mixture of cheerless gloom and unclouded sky...

I was actually expecting some fresh paint today after the array of Gevo stinkers running through while the sun was out shining and bright. There was even a double header with the 8119 112 preceding this train! I already have the 8119 posted so I think I will put up the 8101, which the capture of has been eluding me for some time now, and hope that the stars and unique locomotives align with some unclouded days ahead.

CP MacTier MP92.45 - CP 8101 (AC4400CWM), KCSM 4892 (ES44AC)

"Thou art my hope in the day of evil."

Jeremiah 17:17

The path of the Christian is not always bright with sunshine; he has his seasons of darkness and of storm. True, it is written in God's Word, "Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace;" and it is a great truth, that religion is calculated to give a man happiness below as well as bliss above; but experience tells us that if the course of the just be "As the shining light that shineth more and more unto the perfect day," yet sometimes that light is eclipsed. At certain periods clouds cover the believer's sun, and he walks in darkness and sees no light. There are many who have rejoiced in the presence of God for a season; they have basked in the sunshine in the earlier stages of their Christian career; they have walked along the "green pastures" by the side of the "still waters," but suddenly they find the glorious sky is clouded; instead of the Land of Goshen they have to tread the sandy desert; in the place of sweet waters, they find troubled streams, bitter to their taste, and they say, "Surely, if I were a child of God, this would not happen." Oh! say not so, thou who art walking in darkness. The best of God's saints must drink the wormwood; the dearest of his children must bear the cross. No Christian has enjoyed perpetual prosperity; no believer can always keep his harp from the willows. Perhaps the Lord allotted you at first a smooth and unclouded path, because you were weak and timid. He tempered the wind to the shorn lamb, but now that you are stronger in the spiritual life, you must enter upon the riper and rougher experience of God's full-grown children. We need winds and tempests to exercise our faith, to tear off the rotten bough of self-dependence, and to root us more firmly in Christ. The day of evil reveals to us the value of our glorious hope....

Oh Life, there is much so much beauty hidden in You...