A snatch for Verse Thursday
Nov. 17th, 2005 07:02 pmStill now is the stithy this morning unclouded,
Naught stirs in the thorp save the yellow-haired maid
A-peeling the withy last Candlemas shrouded
From the mere where the moorhen now swims unafraid.
For over the ford now the grass and the clover
Fly off from the tines as the wind driveth on;
And soon round the Sword-howe the swathe shall lie over,
And to-morrow at even the mead shall be won.
- Excerpt from a verse the hero sings to his captor in the Well at the World's End by William Morris
Naught stirs in the thorp save the yellow-haired maid
A-peeling the withy last Candlemas shrouded
From the mere where the moorhen now swims unafraid.
For over the ford now the grass and the clover
Fly off from the tines as the wind driveth on;
And soon round the Sword-howe the swathe shall lie over,
And to-morrow at even the mead shall be won.
- Excerpt from a verse the hero sings to his captor in the Well at the World's End by William Morris
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-18 05:00 am (UTC)What a wonderful way to start the day! Morris! Beautiful!
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Date: 2005-11-19 07:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-18 09:21 am (UTC)a name of old I bear.
please post more of this as time permits dearest Prim.
FYI
Date: 2005-11-18 09:23 am (UTC)Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English, perhaps from Old Norse; akin to Old High German dorf village, Latin trabs beam, roof
Date: before 12th century
archaic : VILLAGE, HAMLET
Re: FYI
Date: 2005-11-19 07:01 am (UTC)One of the things I love about reading Morris is his fluency and fluidity with the archaic language. It's so lovely to read it, rather than feeling clunky or overly thick like Chaucer often does for me.