RHH's photos with the keyword: poem

"But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in e…

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21 May 2009 1 302
Rhododendron hybrid.

"But such a tide as moving seems asleep"

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17 Sep 2009 1 237
This was taken at the Giant's Causeway in Northern Ireland. The title is from Tennyson's poem, Crossing the Bar, the full text of which is: Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. -Tennyson

"Flowers do ope their heavenward eyes"

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17 Sep 2009 1 219
Yellow-eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium striatum), photographed in Port Townsend, Washington, in a public park near the city center. The quote is from Gerard Manley Hopkins' poem, Easter. The stanza from which these words are taken is in full: Gather gladness from the skies; Take a lesson from the ground; Flowers do ope their heavenward eyes And a Spring-time joy have found; Earth throws Winter's robes away, Decks herself for Easter Day.

"A lovely lady, garmented in light"

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21 Sep 2009 1 211
In Explore September 21, 2009, #161. The quotation is from a poem of Shelley.

"A little more tired at close of day."

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07 Nov 2009 1 231
"A little more tired at close of day, A little less anxious to have our way; A little less ready to scold and blame, A little more care of a brother's name; And so we are nearing our journey's end, Where time and eternity meet and blend." -Rollin John Wells

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:…

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23 Apr 2010 1 202
The quote is from the 17th century poet, Robert Herrick.

The Duck

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10 Feb 2011 1 1 424
I could not resist this one. A stupid picture, but every time I see it the poem runs through my head. Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle or pond. When it dines or sups, It bottoms ups. -Ogden Nash Photographed in Stanley Park, Vancouver: ronaldhanko-orchidhunter.blogspot.com/2011/01/stanley-par... .