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When icicles hang by the wall...

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"When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pails,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot."

(Love's Labours Lost, Act V.ii. 920-937)
William Shakespeare. 1554-1616

(G took the second one)

Posted by CandyMan


Twiglet says:

My long dead father used to quote this poem whenever he saw icicles.. Both parents were great quoters! My mother's name was Marion, it was if he recited this one just for her...

Great shots!

9th Jan 2010, 20:24

Craft says:

Those middle ones are monstrous!

Shakespeare, always a winner! : )

9th Jan 2010, 21:08

CandyMan says:

Thanks all!

1. Think of the gesture where you clasp your hands together a bit like prayer but with your fingers curled downwards over the back of the opposite hand. Like a pleading gesture. Are you trying this?

Your thumbs would be nearest to your body. Now bring them towards your mouth and blow between your thumbs! It's a poor man's (no gloves) way of warming one's hands.

2. Joan is greasy from cleaning greasy pots..

Does this help at all? Or were you being frivolous about Shakespeare? I sincerely hope not. Would you like detention?

9th Jan 2010, 21:34

CandyMan says:

You can be reasonably confident my dear ~R~ that your preferences are of very little account in my classroom.

*Swishes cane ominously..

9th Jan 2010, 22:03

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