FRIDAY 31ST JULY

Life is the flower for which love is the honey. (Victor Hugo)



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O my love is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my love is like a melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Love,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Love,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile! (Robert Burns 1721-1784)

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“Wivenhoe Park Essex” by John Constable (1776-1837)

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. (William Shakespeare 1564-1616)

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