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Do we value our British poets and writers?Created by Jane Jackson in Jane Jackson's Blog
الخيارات الثنائية تحت الأرض I am writing this blog whilst sitting in the lounge of the hotel in The Lake District where we are on holiday, looking out of the window I see the vast expanse of Lake Windermere, somewhat shrouded in mist this morning.
Windermere in the Lake District , ten and a half miles long and 219 feet deep ,is England’s largest lake. Its name comes from the Scandinavian for ‘lake of a man called Vinandr’. My OH and myself have been coming up here for about 30 years, so I guess we quite like it!
It is a truly magical place. As Autumn begins its landscape change, the trees are beginning to turn and a bronze hue is taking shape, when you are up in the Fells you are at one with the elements and nature, the weather can change in the blink of an eye.
The Lake District is famous for literacy works of Beatrix Potter and the wonderful adventures of Peter Rabbit, Jemima Puddle duck, Mrs Tiggy -Winkle etc, William Wordsworth, Samuel Coleridge, Robert Southey, Dorothy Wordsworth, Charles Lloyd, Hartley Coleridge, John Wilson, Thomas De Quincey, John Ruskin, Arthur Ransome and the creator of Postman Pat. Alfred Wainwright also is famous for his walking guides there are 214 ‘Wainwrights’ those keen walkers try to do as many as they can.
We made a return visit to Hill Top, where Beatrix Potter lived, and it has a wonderful atmosphere the love and affection of the house and garden is penetrable, the tiny sitting room was set as though she had just popped down the garden after tea and cake. In every room there are small illustrations that you can easily imagine her sitting down and sketching.
Beatrix bequeathed Hill Top and surrounding farms to the National Trust, she is credited with preserving much of the land that now makes up The Lake District National Park. What insight she must have had to recognise that this beautiful area needed to be protected.
One thing that you notice here is the extraordinary number of Japanese and now Chinese people who are in awe of these literacy geniuses. They talk about them with total reverence and respect, they are incredibly knowledgeable about all of their works, putting my knowledge to shame I must say.
In Grasmere, where the Wordsworth family graves lie, groups of visitors stand in silence and reflection, many Brits just walk on by without a cursory glance.
It got me to thinking, do we hold our great writers in high esteem, or how much do we actually know about them?
If your memory needs refreshing here is the most famous poem from William Wordsworth:
كيف اشتري سهم I wandered lonely as a cloud
الخيارات الثنائية التداول الأخبار That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
سعر الذهب بالسعودية When all at once I saw a crowd,
موقعنا A host, of golden daffodils;
مصدر Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
كيفية كسب المزيد من المال من المنزل Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
الحساب التجريبي بالفوركس Continuous as the stars that shine
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اسعار الذهب في السعودية لمدة شهر Along the margin of a bay:
تحقق من آخر الحق هنا Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
تصفح حول هؤلاء الرجال Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
اقرأ المزيد هنا The waves beside them danced; but they
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انتقل إلى هذا الرابط A poet could not but be gay,
آخر مشاركة بلوق In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I look forward to Spring and to see a host of golden daffodils.