tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post6121945262693770751..comments2024-03-29T14:38:14.572+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: TennysonYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-77400237942640364632016-02-19T19:45:09.888+00:002016-02-19T19:45:09.888+00:00Your nickname should be changed from RWP to Wicked...Your nickname should be changed from RWP to Wicked Pedia.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-66196271604937674142016-02-19T19:43:30.040+00:002016-02-19T19:43:30.040+00:00I know you to be a cultured and civilised gentlema...I know you to be a cultured and civilised gentleman Adrian. You are as far from ignorance as Salcombe is from Salt Lake City.... Could you post a video clip of you reciting "Crossing the Bar"?Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-88714733547870553082016-02-19T19:37:48.757+00:002016-02-19T19:37:48.757+00:00You have crushed my Ripper theory!You have crushed my Ripper theory!Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-62410065402213319892016-02-19T19:26:07.021+00:002016-02-19T19:26:07.021+00:00Re your comments on my blog YP(!) yes - I certainl...Re your comments on my blog YP(!) yes - I certainly always refer to Kirby Lonsdale as KL. Easier to write.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-22409839932985756082016-02-19T16:56:35.122+00:002016-02-19T16:56:35.122+00:00Sunset and evening star
And one clear call for me...Sunset and evening star <br />And one clear call for me,<br />And may there be no moaning of the bar<br />When I put out to sea.<br /><br />...and so forth.<br /><br />Adrian, you are talking about The Charge of the Light Brigade which Tennyson wrote to commemorate the Battle of Balaclava during the Crimean War. Who needs Wikipedia when you have a mind like mine? (he said modestly)<br /><br />rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-74961602003169702202016-02-19T16:04:23.270+00:002016-02-19T16:04:23.270+00:00I enjoy Tennyson. I used to be able to recite Cros...I enjoy Tennyson. I used to be able to recite Crossing the Bar. That's about Salcombe or the approach to it. <br />He also wrote one about cavalry charging canons which made sense if you were the one with the canon. Daft buggers they were in the cavalry. I think Lord Lucan was in charge of the charge but then he killed someone and disappeared somewhere.<br />I bet you thought I was ignorant but I know stuff.ADRIANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07113961163396562781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-45615581786178722792016-02-19T15:49:17.335+00:002016-02-19T15:49:17.335+00:00High praise coming from you -- am I dreaming? I d...High praise coming from you -- am I dreaming? I do have roots in Victorian England. My mother's maternal grandfather, Solomon Aarons, was born in Whitechapel, London, in 1847. Never fear, he emigrated during his teen years with his parents to Philadelphia in the U.S., long before Jack the Ripper set up shop.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-29074539177523760122016-02-19T14:02:59.277+00:002016-02-19T14:02:59.277+00:00I salute you Bard of Canton who useth language as ...I salute you Bard of Canton who useth language as a skilled woodcarver manipulates a chisel or as a masseuse moveth her fingers over aching muscular knots.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-33188165738859200072016-02-19T13:40:04.849+00:002016-02-19T13:40:04.849+00:00Inspired by this post, I dashed off a little somet...Inspired by this post, I dashed off a little something. As Madame Somebody-or-other once almost said, if I had had more time I would have written you a better poem:<br /><br />In England's fields doth Pudding go<br />And little babbling brooks he ponders,<br />The ancient churches seem to know<br />That lonely as a cloud he wanders.<br /><br />And here and there the pretty flowers<br />Do beckon from their rock-walled crannies,<br />But Pudding walks and walks for hours<br />And dreams instead of nymphs and grannies.<br /><br />In fettle fine, in red-cheeked health<br />He sees the hills, the homes, the hawks,<br />The sheep, the cows, all England's wealth<br />When through its fields our Pudding walks.<br />rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-48351528224232315032016-02-19T13:22:39.744+00:002016-02-19T13:22:39.744+00:00Thank you TC. The world that poem reveals is a wor...Thank you TC. The world that poem reveals is a world without war or telephones or politicians playing to the cameras. A better, simpler world I think.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-17052008308373831822016-02-19T12:28:56.489+00:002016-02-19T12:28:56.489+00:00A truly lovely poem to greet the morning with.A truly lovely poem to greet the morning with.The Crankyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11482237436135513483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-67492515721665444152016-02-19T08:15:58.416+00:002016-02-19T08:15:58.416+00:00Just wait till I show you my pictures of Torksey C...Just wait till I show you my pictures of Torksey Castle Meike. You will love that abandoned place.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-76240176773987897532016-02-19T07:17:54.528+00:002016-02-19T07:17:54.528+00:00This was a lovely read along with my morning coffe...This was a lovely read along with my morning coffee, and beautiful pictures of what really was a gorgeous day. Glad you were able to make the most of it and be out there!<br />I do miss walking for more than a few minutes to the train station and the office building, but it's been too wet and cold for my liking to spend more time than necessary outdoors.Librarianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704656564078750607noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-79141562457635745612016-02-19T06:16:13.796+00:002016-02-19T06:16:13.796+00:00I will look up the other poem Alphie. Thanks for t...I will look up the other poem Alphie. Thanks for that.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-7484796162884116592016-02-19T06:14:43.712+00:002016-02-19T06:14:43.712+00:00Well I am glad the poem rang a bell for you Graham...Well I am glad the poem rang a bell for you Graham. I thought that the Clocaenog Forest was in "Lord of the Rings"! Sounds like it should be.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-68078087631375832132016-02-19T05:46:18.956+00:002016-02-19T05:46:18.956+00:00Lovely poem - I remember it from school, especiall...Lovely poem - I remember it from school, especially the repeated lines 'For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.' and the idea of the impermanence of people compared to landscapes. <br />I recall another of Tennyson's - The Splendour Falls on Castle Walls; also a favourite.<br /><br />Ms Soupalphabet souphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11744905399607433764noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-3651236024448621752016-02-19T04:25:33.671+00:002016-02-19T04:25:33.671+00:00I'd forgotten all about it until I came to the...I'd forgotten all about it until I came to the third verse and realised that I once took a photo of a stream in the Clocaenog Forest and wrote the last two lines of the verse (and poem) underneath it.Graham Edwardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11196744947133121475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-33794867199822504152016-02-19T00:08:52.450+00:002016-02-19T00:08:52.450+00:00Glad you appreciated it Blogoratti.Glad you appreciated it Blogoratti.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-78712079508467229632016-02-19T00:08:19.420+00:002016-02-19T00:08:19.420+00:00I knew a man called Shooting Parrots
On Sundays he...I knew a man called Shooting Parrots<br />On Sundays he ate roasted carrots<br />With beef and Yorkshire puddings too<br />And fine green beans from Timbuktu<br />Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-85672517038404281882016-02-19T00:01:06.698+00:002016-02-19T00:01:06.698+00:00Thank you for that nice thought Jennifer.Thank you for that nice thought Jennifer.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-72060228852950449012016-02-19T00:00:34.373+00:002016-02-19T00:00:34.373+00:00It was like shelling peas Steve.It was like shelling peas Steve.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-1638303318949690332016-02-19T00:00:07.927+00:002016-02-19T00:00:07.927+00:00I believe they will CG. Tennyson was of his time j...I believe they will CG. Tennyson was of his time just as Bob Dylan is of our time.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-79176176128655956812016-02-18T23:59:07.172+00:002016-02-18T23:59:07.172+00:00That poem is probably 150 years old Mama Thyme. Yo...That poem is probably 150 years old Mama Thyme. You are right - words change with the passage of time.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-36244676236726543972016-02-18T23:57:10.428+00:002016-02-18T23:57:10.428+00:00I didn't see her there.I didn't see her there.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-83910527980948228442016-02-18T23:56:41.510+00:002016-02-18T23:56:41.510+00:00We have piles of history in England Red. So much h...We have piles of history in England Red. So much history it squeezes up through the gaps between the flagstones.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.com