By Castle and River: Skye

The Brook

By: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally,
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip's farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
by many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
with here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silver water-break
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Skye

The whole time I was working on this post, I was constantly bothered by a very perplexing question.

"Why don't I live there?"

But, I guess when you get down to it, I really don't want to live there. So I'll just enjoy the pictures.

While I was getting the pictures of of Wikipedia, I came across this article. This is the whole article, and I guess it just about tells you every thing you need to know about the Isle of Skye.

Skye (Scots Gaelic: Eilean Sgitheanach) is an island in the Inner Hebrides. Mony fowk o the island speaks the Gaelic. Skye is whaur Bonny Prince Charlie escaped frae efter the 45.

Math latha

4 comments:

Anne said...: So very beautiful!! I love the article! :); October 19, 2010 at 7:18 AM
Julie said...: Isn't it great?! :); October 19, 2010 at 11:29 AM
Anonymous said...: Did you mean to post the same picture twice? ;)

And who wouldn't want to at least visit??

~ A.K. ~; October 20, 2010 at 7:19 AM
Julie said...: Fixed it! Thanks for letting me know! Yeah, totally want to visit! :); October 20, 2010 at 11:33 AM

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Skye

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