ABC 3RD Round.
This week it's the letter 'H'.
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This is a photo of the Bronte parsonage , in Haworth(another'H') in Yorkshire.
HOME
by: Anne Bronte (1820-1849)
How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:
Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;
Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.
For yonder garden, fair and wide,
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;
Restore to me that little spot,
With gray walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.
Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within--
Oh, give me back my HOME!
According to a book of poems by the Brontes('The works of the Bronte Sisters,Wordsworth Poetry Library.Introduction by Kathryn White. Sorry my copy is not on the web, must be too old)this poem was written as a direct contrast to Anne's 5 years employment as a governess at Thorp Green and her life at home in Haworth.
I love this poem it seems to show, imho that home is desirable no matter what is amiss amongst gardens and houses. The 'spirit' of home is what is important .
Poem courtesy of
this site.
Photo courtesy of The Bronte Parsonage.HOME
by: Anne Bronte (1820-1849)
How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:
Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;
Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.
For yonder garden, fair and wide,
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;
Restore to me that little spot,
With gray walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.
Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within--
Oh, give me back my HOME!
According to a book of poems by the Brontes('The works of the Bronte Sisters,Wordsworth Poetry Library.Introduction by Kathryn White. Sorry my copy is not on the web, must be too old)this poem was written as a direct contrast to Anne's 5 years employment as a governess at Thorp Green and her life at home in Haworth.
I love this poem it seems to show, imho that home is desirable no matter what is amiss amongst gardens and houses. The 'spirit' of home is what is important .
Poem courtesy of
this site.
Check out more ABC'shere.
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My post for H (hair) is over at Canon Pixels
Sorry I am a little late.
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Molly xxx