You can hear poems read out on Poem hunter including this one
“Men know but little more than we,
Who count us least of things terrene,
How happy days are made to be!
“Of such strange tidings what think ye,
O birds in brown that peck and preen?
Men know but little more than we!
“When I was borne from yonder tree
In bonds to them, I hoped to glean
How happy days are made to be,
“And want and wailing turned to glee;
Alas, despite their mighty mien
Men know but little more than we!
“They cannot change the Frost’s decree,
They cannot keep the skies serene;
How happy days are made to be
“Eludes great Man’s sagacity
No less than ours, O tribes in treen!
Men know but little more than we
How happy days are made to be.”
Soft rain is falling
Pink honeysuckle rises
Looks like crocuses
Growing on shed roof
It was “suitable for shade”
But it climbed over
Until it found sun.
The wisteria has moved
To a tree next door.
I can see upstairs
How it drapes and dangles from
A young rowan tree.
The apple blossom
I’ve not noticed it again
But I saw the wren.
The wren is near now
Hides in weigelia
With its wren babies.
My friend saw a thrush
We’ve not seen one here lately.
Only the blackbirds.
Naivity is the soul of wit
Business before treasure
Caesar’s wife must be above collision
Bees: the fray
Charity begins to roam
Charity covers a multitude of bins
Cheaters make us sin
Children and fools tell the truth
Children should be keen and not stirred
Christmas comes but once a care
Windows 7 is being given updates till 2020.If you are told you need new hardware to get Windows 10 it may be cheaper to buy a new laptop instead,apparently.
I mentioned last time about how I managed to get lost (I mean, take an unusual and more interesting route) on the way home the other day. And it sparked an email from a reader with what I think it a brilliant idea if you use a Sat Nav.
He explained it perfectly, so here’s what he said:
I have a “Home” destination permanently set on my SatNav so, no matter where I am I just press “Home”, as easy as that. Except that that is not exactly true.
My “Home” destination is a supermarket car park some five miles from my actual house. Of course I know my way from there. But the real reason for choosing a location away from my actual “Home” is security. If my car is broken into, all the thief needs to do is activate the SN, select “Home” and follow instructions, knowing that I am stranded and he should have an empty house to rifle through, except in this case he will just end up in a car park with a good chance of the local law waiting for him if I spot the loss in good time.
Others that I know have programmed the local police station as their “Home”.
Excerpt:This is more important than IQ
Intellectual Humility: Having a consciousness of the limits of one’s knowledge, including a sensitivity to circumstances in which one’s native egocentrism is likely to function self-deceptively; sensitivity to bias, prejudice and limitations of one’s viewpoint. Intellectual humility depends on recognizing that one should not claim more than one actually knows. It does not imply spinelessness or submissiveness. It implies the lack of intellectual pretentiousness, boastfulness, or conceit, combined with insight into the logical foundations, or lack of such foundations, of one’s beliefs.
: keen delight
“He was pleased to find his own importance, and he tasted the sweets of companionship with more gust than he had yet done.” — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Godolphin, 1833
“… the more pampered burgess and guild-brother was eating his morsel with gust, or curiously criticising the quantity of the malt and the skill of the brewer.” — Sir Walter Scott,Ivanhoe, 1820
Did You Know?
You’re no doubt familiar with the simple gust that means “a brief burst of wind.” At least a century and a half before that word first appeared in print in the late 16th century, however, a differently derived homograph came on the scene. The windy gust is probably derived from an Old Norse word gustr, whereas our older featured word (which is now considerably rarer than its look-alike) comes to us through Middle English from gustus, the Latin word for “taste.” Gustus gave English another word as well. Gusto (which now usually means “zest” but can also mean “an individual or specific taste”) comes to us from gustus by way of Italian.