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[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 21 January 2024

Laurence Binyon

Invocation to Youth

COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning!   Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew Freshness to feel the eternities around it,   Rain, stars and clouds, light and the sacred dew.       The strong sun shines above thee:       That strength, that radiance bring!       If Winter come to Winter,       When shall men hope for Spring?

#poetry #poem of the day #poem #laurence binyon

[amagnificentobsession]

Crowley: Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety.

Shakespeare: Antony & Cleopatra

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.

Laurence Binyon: For the Fallen

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

Words are life ❤️

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #aziraphale #crowley #shakespeare #laurence binyon

[odk-2]

Memorial Day United States of America Monday May 30, 2022

The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards - For the Fallen / Flowers of the Forest (2008) Words, "For the Fallen": Laurence Binyon Music, "Flowers of the Forest": Traditional from: "Spirit of the Glen: Journey" (CD)

Pipes | Scottish | Military | Requiem | Spoken Word

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Spoken Word by James Naughtie Produced and Arranged by Jon Cohen

'For the Fallen', Poem Spoken Over a Solo Piper. Recorded on a Military Runway in Basra, Iraq.

For the Fallen (excerpt) They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. by Laurence Binyon (1914)

#For the Fallen #Memorial Day #Pipes #The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards #Laurence Binyon #Jon Cohen #James Naughtie #Requiem #Flowers of the Forest #Traditional #Spirit of the Glen: Journey

[domonicriley]

'For the Fallen' by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 

To the end, to the end, they remain.

#remembrance day #remembrance sunday #laurence binyon #for the fallen

[clivechip]

Remembrance 2023

Tomorrow will be Remembrance Day, as it has been since the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918, when the Armistice to end World War 1 came into effect, having been signed at 5.45am that morning. I have marked this every year since I began this blog and am doing so again today. I think it is important that we never forget those who have made the ultimate sacrifice to…

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#Imelda Staunton #Jim Carter #Laurence Binyon #Nimrod #Ralph McTell #Remembrance Day #Remembrance Sunday #Show Of Hands #Sir Edward Elgar #The Unknown Soldier

[alphareleasemedia]

For the Fallen (September 1914) -- Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again: They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labor of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heat of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.

#poetry #poems and such #laurence binyon #for the fallen

[nightbringer24]

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres, There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted; They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.

#remembrance day #remembrance sunday #for the fallen #laurence binyon #poetry

[kiinghanalister]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. - For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon

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[riverwindphotography]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:  Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.  At the going down of the sun and in the morning  We will remember them.

Excerpt from “For the Fallen” by Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943), first published in 1914

Wildflower photos (c) riverwindphotography, 2020-2022

#original photographers #wildflowers #memorial day #violets #lupine #raindrops #jacobs ladder #nature

[themusewithinthemusewithout]

They will come again, the leaf and the flower, to arise 🌸

From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour,

And magical scents to a wondering memory bring; 💮

The same glory, to shine upon different eyes.

Laurence Binyon

#me #portraits #fairy core #photography #nature #romanticism #cape #old town #gothic #atmospheric #dark academia #poetry #leaves

[poemoftheday]

Poem of the Day 17 December 2022

The House That Was by Laurence Binyon OF the old house, only a few crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a squared stone, lying mossy where it tumbled! Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock What once was firelit floor and private charm 5 Where, seen in a windowed picture, hills were fading At dusk, and all was memory-coloured and warm, And voices talked, secure from the wind's invading. Of the old garden, only a stray shining Of daffodil flames amid April's cuckoo-flowers, 10 Or a cluster of aconite mixt with weeds entwining! But, dark and lofty, a royal cedar towers By homely thorns: whether the white rain drifts Or sun scorches, he holds the downs in ken, The western vale; his branchy tiers he lifts, 15 Older than many a generation of men.

#Poetry #poem of the day #poem #laurence binyon

[katblu42]

Anzac Day

For the Fallen First published in 1914.

Laurence Binyon - 1869-1943

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is a music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncountered: They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables at home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end they remain.

#anzac day #remembrance #lest we forget #Youtube

[cigarswhiskeywomen]

For the Fallen

BY LAURENCE BINYON

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 

To the end, to the end, they remain.

Source: The London Times (1914)

#remembrance

#remembrance

[butternuggets-blog]

For the Fallen

BY LAURENCE BINYON

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 

To the end, to the end, they remain.

Source: The London Times (1914)

#lestweforget #anzac day

[clivechip]

Remembrance 2022

Today is Remembrance Day, as it has been since the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month in 1918, when the Armistice to end World War 1 came into effect, having been signed at 5.45am that morning. I have marked this every year since I began this blog and am doing so again today. I think it is important that we never forget those who have made the ultimate sacrifice to protect…

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#Laurence Binyon #Ralph McTell #Remembrance Day #Remembrance Sunday #Show Of Hands #Sir Edward Elgar #The Unknown Soldier

[helpingthingsgrow]

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.”

(Laurence Binyon)

Artist Charlie Mackesy

for veterans, past and present.