Looking For A Poem
(6/25/2007 3:34:00 PM)
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When my grandmother was 95 and again on her hundreth birthday (she passed away at 101 in 1993) , she was able to recite this poem. Can you tell me the source of the various references?
“Untitled” by Anonymous
There was a little boy, and
His name was Robert Reese,
And every Friday afternoon he had
To speak a piece.
So many poems thus he learned,
That soon he had a score,
Of recitations in his head,
and still kept learning more
Now this is what happened.
He was called upon one week
And totally forgot the piece
he was about to speak.
His brain he cudgled, not a word remained
within his head, and so
He spoke at random,
and this is what he said:
“My beaufitul, my beautiful, ”
why standed proudly by.
“It was the Schooner Hesperus
The breaking waves dashed high.”
“Why is the forum crowded? ”
“What means this stir in Rome? ”
“Under the spreading chestnut tree”
“There is no place like home.”
When freedom from his mountain height”
cried “Twinkle, twinkle little star”
“Shoot if you must this old gray head, ”
“King Henry of Navarre.”
“Roll on, thou dark and deep blue
castled crags of Drachenfels.”
Many name is Norman. “On the Grampian Hills,
Ring out wild bells.”
“If you’re waking, call me early.”
“To be or not to be, ”
“The bell must not ring tonight.”
“Oh, Woodsman, spare that tree.”
“Charge, Chester, charge on lovely war, ”
And let who would be clever,
“The boy stood on the burning deck, ”
But I go on forever.
His elocution was superb,
his voice and gestures fine;
His schoolmates all applauded
As he finished the last line.
“I see, it doesn’t matter, ” said he,
Just what I say,
As long as I declaim
With oratorical display.”
Please feel free to correct where I have got parts of it wrong. I want to have it right.
(6/20/2007 1:45:00 AM)
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I thought it would be easy to find the words of the traditional 'Twentyone today, twentyone today...' song, but It's not! At 75 it's a long time since it was sung for me! Can anyone help
Mike. Northland NZ.Replies for this message:
(6/20/2007 9:08:00 AM)
Mike, Have found another possible. Twenty-one today, Twenty-one today, I've got the key of the door, Never been twenty-one before, Father said I can do what I like, So shout hip, hip, hooray, For ... more
(6/20/2007 8:12:00 AM)
As far as I can remember it, it goes something like this. Twenty-one today. Twenty-one today. He's/She's got the key of the door, Never been twenty-one before. La la, la la, la, la, la, So we all wan ... more
- Ernestine Northover (6/20/2007 9:08:00 AM) Post reply
(6/19/2007 4:19:00 PM)
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dear ppl out there Im looking for this poem can any one help me
I have just listened it once but i dont know who is the poet so cant figure out...this is a part of it
'Give me a guy
with a straight forward eye
a smile that he uses
but never abuses
and a grip that hurts your hand'
please help to find this
(6/10/2007 12:45:00 PM)
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I heard a poem by David Wagner today on a classical music station. The name of the poem is 'A Girl Playing in the Sand' by David Wagner. There is a poet by that name listed as a member of this site and I have sent him an E-Mail asking if he is the correct David Wagner. I am looking for a copy of this poem.
Can anyone help?
(6/9/2007 9:01:00 AM)
i am looking for a poem by sir edwin arnold about the victoria cross.
i thought it was 'the frist distribution of the victoria cross' which was published in 'the secret of death'. however, this is not the poem i want.
the poem i want has the following verse:
Thus saith the Queen: 'For him who gave
His life as nothing in the fight,
So he from Russian wrong might save
My crown, my people, and my right;
Let there be made a cross of bronze,
And grave thereon my queenly crest;
Write 'Valour' on its haughty scroll,
And hang it on his breast.'
anyone any ideas?
regards james murphy(firstname.lastname@example.org)
(6/5/2007 5:07:00 PM)
hello, i once read a poem my aunt gave me and cannot track it down does any one recognise part of it that i think went like this: Sleep on fair maiden and dream of heaven a while. Your rosey lips still where a smile and breath and sigh delicious sighs, now she murmers, now she speeks what most i wish but fear to know. and now how like a saint she sleeps, hands mantled over breasts of snow...........
(5/25/2007 10:34:00 AM)
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Help please, I am looking for the poem that talks about the difference between chaining the heart and loving somebody, and planting your own garden and with every goodbye we grow. It is pretty well known but I can't remember the name. Thank you :)Replies for this message:
(6/25/2007 6:31:00 PM)
After a While - by Veronica Shoffstall from 'Mirrors and other Insults', poetry by Veronica A. Shoffstall After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining ... more
(6/18/2007 8:45:00 AM)
I first read this poem in 1986...a friend of mine had a copy of it. It was attributed to a 19-year-old named Veronica Shoftstall and the title was 'Comes the Dawn'. I've seen a 1971 copyrighted versio ... more
- Cia Frizzell (6/25/2007 6:31:00 PM) Post reply
(5/25/2007 4:02:00 AM)
Hi Im looking for a poem called 'Road 1904'. It's about a woman picking up an abandoned baby in the middle of road of a war-torn country. There is aline in the poem that goes 'Heavy as lead Heavy as the Dead' if that helps. I would REALLY appreciate it if someone could find it online for me. I have searched google and yahoo and on this site and cannot find it anywhere...
(5/24/2007 9:32:00 PM)
Im looking for a poem that would remind you of a football movie. You know like how the team isnt very good but the last game that win by just a little. I need a poem that would remind you of a song that starts playing right before the team wins the game. Any help would be appreciated.
(5/23/2007 7:01:00 AM)
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I am looking for a poem that surprised me years ago. I do not remember who wrote it or the name of it for sure. the name of it is something like 'why should I love you' one verse of it goes 'David stands a head above you, Dick's as brave as Lancelot' The ending was such an unexpected surprise when I originally read the poem I copied it and carried it around for about 3 years. I want to share the poem with my daughter and cannot find it. I had always associated it with Emily Dickenson but I think I am mistaken about that.