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Secular Pinoy · 03-21-2003, 08:48 PM

I liked Erasmus Darwin's poetry, at least those excerpts I've seen so far.

Organic life beneath the shoreless waves
Was born and nurs'd in ocean's pearly caves;
First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,
Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;
These, as successive generations bloom,
New powers acquire and larger limbs assume;
Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,
And breathing realms of fin and feet and wing.

Erasmus Darwin. The Temple of Nature. 1802.

Fiach · 03-21-2003, 11:17 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Bane
Being half Scot, I too have the poet in me. Here's a favorite of mine from the poet McTeagle:

To Ma Own beloved Lassie.
A poem on her 17th Birthday.
Lend us a couple of bob till Thursday.
I'm absolutely skint.
But I'm expecting a postal order
and I can pay you back as soon as it comes.
Love Ewan

Interesting. I have many freeform poems, but I do like to rhyme when I can. The problem is that if it rhymes in English, it will not in Gaelic, or vice versa. I like some of those in Lowland's Scots English (you know the Robert Burns type.) I love them but I can't write them. I will put my favourite below.

Here are more poems from the great McTeagle:

http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/8889/python/mcteag.htm

Thanks, I will look it up.

Feicfidh m� ar�s ar ball t�.

Fiach

Fiach · 03-21-2003, 11:23 PM

Quote:

Originally posted by Secular Pinoy
I liked Erasmus Darwin's poetry, at least those excerpts I've seen so far.

Organic life beneath the shoreless waves
Was born and nurs'd in ocean's pearly caves;
First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,
Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;
These, as successive generations bloom,
New powers acquire and larger limbs assume;
Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,
And breathing realms of fin and feet and wing.

Erasmus Darwin. The Temple of Nature. 1802.

Splendid. I may have seen this years ago in school but I appreciate your posting it.

Fiach

Fiach · 03-21-2003, 11:28 PM

Robert Burns in his song "Green Grow the Rashes (rushes), O" is as follows: (hope this posts intact.)

There's nought but cares on ev'ry han',
In ev'ry hour that passes, O;
What signifies the life o' man,
An' 'twere na for the lasses, O.
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, O.

The warl'y race may riches chase,
An' riches still may fly them, O;
An' tho' at they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O.
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, O.

But gie me a canny hour at e'en,
My arms about my dearie, O;
An' warl'y cares an' warl'y men,
May a' gae tapsalteerie, O.
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, O.

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this,
Ye're nought but senseless asses, O;
The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
He dearly lov'd the lasses, O.
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
Green Grow the Rashes, O;
The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses, O.

Auld nature swears, the lovely dears
Her noblest work she classes, O,
Her prentice han' she try'd on man,
An' then she made the lasses, O.

One of my favourite songs, this. And despite the disapproval of the Church in the 18th Century, and the condemnation by radical feminists today as "sexist" I consider it what Robbie did, a song of love and love of women. It is a far cry from the Old Testment, eh? Robbie Burns was no religious fanatic, but a free thinker he was.

Fiach
PS: Moderator. I confess that we have gotten off topic. But we are Celts. We can't help it. Feel free to move them elsewhere.

Jobar · 03-22-2003, 05:37 PM

Oh, I think we are in about the right place- although if you want to discuss a Scot poet who isn't writing about evolution and nature, I might suggest a thread in Media. (But thanks for posting that from Burns- haven't read it since high school!)

03-21-2003, 11:28 PM	#14
Fiach Banned Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Scotland, UK Posts: 602	Robert Burns poem later a song Robert Burns in his song "Green Grow the Rashes (rushes), O" is as follows: (hope this posts intact.) There's nought but cares on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O; What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. Green Grow the Rashes, O; Green Grow the Rashes, O; The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent Were spent among the lasses, O. The warl'y race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O; An' tho' at they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green Grow the Rashes, O; Green Grow the Rashes, O; The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent Were spent among the lasses, O. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' warl'y cares an' warl'y men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O. Green Grow the Rashes, O; Green Grow the Rashes, O; The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent Were spent among the lasses, O. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this, Ye're nought but senseless asses, O; The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green Grow the Rashes, O; Green Grow the Rashes, O; The Sweetest hours that e'er I spent Were spent among the lasses, O. Auld nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O, Her prentice han' she try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O. One of my favourite songs, this. And despite the disapproval of the Church in the 18th Century, and the condemnation by radical feminists today as "sexist" I consider it what Robbie did, a song of love and love of women. It is a far cry from the Old Testment, eh? Robbie Burns was no religious fanatic, but a free thinker he was. Fiach PS: Moderator. I confess that we have gotten off topic. But we are Celts. We can't help it. Feel free to move them elsewhere.

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03-21-2003, 08:48 PM	#11
Secular Pinoy Veteran Member Join Date: Feb 2001 Location: Quezon City, Philippines Posts: 1,994	I liked Erasmus Darwin's poetry, at least those excerpts I've seen so far. Organic life beneath the shoreless waves Was born and nurs'd in ocean's pearly caves; First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass, Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass; These, as successive generations bloom, New powers acquire and larger limbs assume; Whence countless groups of vegetation spring, And breathing realms of fin and feet and wing. Erasmus Darwin. The Temple of Nature. 1802.

03-22-2003, 05:37 PM	#15
Jobar Veteran Member Join Date: Jun 2001 Location: secularcafe.org Posts: 9,525	Oh, I think we are in about the right place- although if you want to discuss a Scot poet who isn't writing about evolution and nature, I might suggest a thread in Media. (But thanks for posting that from Burns- haven't read it since high school!)

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