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August  Special
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Stay 2 consecutive nights, anytime in the sizzling month 'til August 28, and get the second night
50% OFF!!
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Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown!
Thy music still, when Whipporwill
And Oriole -- are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And row my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me -- Anemone --
Thy flower -- forevermore!
Emily Dickinson |
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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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Individual
Air Conditioning unit
in every room ! ! ! |
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Summer Stars
BEND low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.
- Carl Sandburg
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- Mother, Summer, I -
My mother, who hates thunder storms,
Holds up each summer day and shakes
It out suspiciously, lest swarms
Of grape-dark clouds are lurking there;
But when the August weather breaks
And rains begin, and brittle frost
Sharpens the bird-abandoned air,
Her worried summer look is lost,
And I her son, though summer-born
And summer-loving, none the less
Am easier when the leaves are gone
Too often summer days appear
Emblems of perfect happiness
I can't confront: I must await
A time less bold, less rich, less clear:
An autumn more appropriate.
- Philip Larkin |
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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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What dreadful hot
weather
we have!
It keeps me in a continual
state of inelegance.
- Jane Austen
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Summer Sizzle! |
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The One who could repeat the Summer day
The One who could repeat the Summer day --
Were greater than itself --
though He
Minutest of Mankind should be --
And He -- could reproduce the Sun --
At period of going down --
The Lingering -- and the Stain -- I mean --
When Orient have been outgrown
And Occident -- become Unknown --
His Name -- remain --
Emily Dickinson
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- Finis -
An idle rhyme of the summer time,
Sweet, and solemn, and tender;
Fair with the haze of the moon's pale rays,
Bright with the sunset's splendour.
Summer and beauty over the lands -
Careless hours of pleasure;
A meeting of eyes and a touching of hands -
A change in the floating measure.
A deeper hue in the skies of blue,
Winds from the tropics blowing;
A softer grace in the fair moons face,
And the summer going, going.
The leaves drift down, the green grows brown,
And tears with smiles are blended;
A twilight hour and a treasured flower,
- And now the poem is ended.
- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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August's Crown
Whilst August yet wears her golden crown,
Ripening fields lush- bright with promise;
Summer waxes long, then wanes, quietly passing
Her fading green glory on to riotous Autumn.
- Michelle L. Thieme |
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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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To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry,
though never in a Book it lie --
True Poems flee --
Emily Dickinson |
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Our Summer 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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Summer
means life in Abundance. |
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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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In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
Nizar Qabbani
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- Living -
The fire in leaf and grass
so green it seems
each summer the last summer.
The wind blowing, the leaves
shivering in the sun,
each day the last day.
A red salamander
so cold and so
easy to catch, dreamily
moves his delicate feet
and long tail.
I hold
my hand open for him to go.
Each minute the last minute.
Denise Levertov
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Millions of Strawberries
Marcia and I went over the curve,
Eating our way down
Jewels of strawberries we didn't deserve,
Eating our way down.
Till our hands were sticky, and our lips painted,
And over us the hot day fainted,
And we saw snakes,
And got scratched, and a lust overcame us for the red
unmatched
Small buds of berries, till we lay down--
Eating our way down-- and rolled in the berries like two
little dogs
Rolled
In the late gold
And gnats hummed
And it was cold
And home we went, home without a berry,
Painted red and brown
Eating our way down.
- Genevieve Tagged
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