Saturday, March 13, 2010

Readings: Swich Licour


Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droughte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veine in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
When Zephyrus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halve cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye
That sleepen al the night with open yë--
So priketh hem Nature in hir corages--
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimmages...


William R. Barker said...

Lo, praise of the prowess of people-kings
of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
awing the earls. Since erst he lay
friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
till before him the folk, both far and near,
who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate,
gave him gifts: a good king he!

William R. Barker said...

Btw, Rob, do you know the source of the photo?

Looks like Ireland.

Speaking of Wales, though... I've never been there; would love to tour the countryside.


Rodak said...

No, I don't know where that photo was taken. It's the result of a Google search. I do have a "credit" link, though. Maybe you can follow that somewhere and find out? I chose it because it looked like the English countryside to me. But it could be New Zealand, or New Jersey, for all I know.