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May
May's exquisite fragrance
of lilacs in my room;
Has brought me joy and
pleasure and kept my
heart in tune.
The lilies-of-the-valley
strike up their notes of cheer.
For Mother's Day and May Day
are at this time of year.
Florence Weaver
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A Romantic Retreat at the 1895 Tarlton House. Come stay with your love in the Heart of Texas. Celebrate the best of life!
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Create the Perfect Time...
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On a May Evening
Daylight's twinkling eye now firmly shuts
And busy bird's nestmaking labours still.
Now all the land takes diff'rent hues of night
And hungry owl-call tones are heard to shrill;
Then, out across the lonely darkness, faint.....
At first, then louder, roaring wild.....
I hear the sea, a-calling me to play!
Like holidays, when I was just a child
And, musing in my middle years, I smile
For, now I live where holidays were spent
And take for granted gifts of sea and sun and air
Which, as a child for just two weeks were lent...
And, in that moment, listening to the night,
A voice within me now begins to sing
A song of thanks for riches fair as these
That gold and silver riches cannot bring.
Lucy Burrow |
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The Lovely Month of May
Have you ever smelled the air
Of a Mayday morn
Enriched by the morning dew?
Seen the crisp white bowers
Of hawthorn flowers
Enhanced by a sky of blue?
Have you ever strolled through
A buttercup-ed mead
With the smell of the river nearby?
Watched the fowls and their breed
Learn to swim and to feed
And heard the "chook" of the moor hen's cry?
Have you heard the hedges
Of a country lane
And the squabble of sparrows unseen?
And did you ever hark
To the voice of the lark
As it hovers o'er a field of green?
Have you spied a chestnut,
With its candles white
or rose; (both give such displays),
Stand majestically tall
By a loose stoned wall
Like a king over all it surveys?
Have you ever heard the "Thwock"
Of a willowed bat
And the clap of the crowd as they run
'Cross the fresh green sward?
Yes! The batsman's scored
In the warmth of a springtime sun.
Have you ever heard the cuckoo
On the evening breeze?
He always seems so very far away.
Nature's laid all of this before us
With bird song there for chorus.
It's bound to be the lovely month of May
Peter D. Purbrick |
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I Meant To Do My Work Today
I meant to do my work today,
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
So what could I do but laugh and go?
- Richard Le Gallienne
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O, my luve's like a red red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O my luve's like a melodie
That's sweetly played in tune
- Robert Burns |
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Spring Splash! |
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On the Wye in May
Now is the perfect moment of the year.
Half naked branches, half a mist of green,
Vivid and delicate the slopes appear;
The cool, soft air is neither fierce nor keen,
And in the temperate sun we feel no fear;
Of all the hours which shall be and have been,
It is the briefest as it is most dear,
It is the dearest as the shortest seen.
O it was best, belovèd, at the first.--
Our hands met gently, and our meeting sight
Was steady; on our senses scarce had burst
The faint, fresh fragrance of the new delight. . .
I seek that clime, unknown, without a name,
Where first and best and last shall be the same.
Amy Levy
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FREEDOM IS NOT FREE.
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
when everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington ..
No freedom isn't free.
~Copyright 1981 By KellyStrong@aol.com
LCDR Kelly Strong, USCG~
Here with permission
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David & Teresa Stoops
House Phone: (254) 582-3422
 E-Mail: Innkeeper@1895TarltonHouse.com
The 1895 Tarlton House
211 N Pleasant St.
Hillsboro, TX 76645-2115
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May Day
I have made a basket of flowers
to please my ladies wish.
Since I don't have a basket,
I have put it in a dish.
Bonnie Lee (Morris) Holman
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Our Spring Tree
on the left!
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Come away with me!
Come stay with me at the 1895 Tarlton House.
Come light the candle of our love. Kindle joy with me, and I with thee!
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Spring
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Outlet mall shopping,
20 antique stores,
2 excellent historical museums. |
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I see your tender heart and feel your dancing love.
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The best time to love is now.
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A true love is that one who really know you but loves you anyway.
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If I have you with me, and all else is a darker hue, I will count my joys and speak my bliss. I cherish your love.
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Uplands In May
Wonder as of old things
Fresh and fair come back
Hangs over pasture and road.
Lush in the lowland grasses rise
And upland beckons to upland.
The great strong hills are humble.
Carl Sandburg
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May
MAY! queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,
Blown in the open mead?
Or to the lute give heed
In the green bowers?
Thou hast no need of us,
Or pipe or wire;
Thou hast the golden bee
Ripen'd with fire;
And many thousand more
Songsters, that thee adore,
Filling earth's grassy floor
With new desire.
Thou hast thy mighty herds,
Tame and free-livers;
Doubt not, thy music too
In the deep rivers;
And the whole plumy flight
Warbling the day and night--
Up at the gates of light,
See, the lark quivers!
Edward Thurlow, Lord Thurlow
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Song on May Morning
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
John Milton
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