Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Saturday, April 19, 2014

"Goodness was her fall"


Lady Jane Grey was one of the most learned women of her day. She was fluent in eight languages, among these are Latin, Hebrew and Greek. She was a very committed Protestant and her faith was her source of strength throughout her short and tumultuous life. Below is a poem about her by English writer William Hone (1780-1842) which was inscribed beneath a portrait of her. More about this fascinating lady in a future post. :-)

Young, beautiful and learned Jane, intent
On knowledge, fount it peace; her vast acquirement
Of goodness was her fall; she was content
With dulcet pleasures, such as calm retirement
Yields to the wise alone; — her only vice
Was virtue: in obedience to her sire
And lord she died, with them a sacrifice
To their ambition: her own mild desire
Was rather to be happy than be great;
For though at their request, she claimed the crown,
That they through her might rise to rule the state,
Yet the bright diadem and gorgeous throne
She viewed as cares, dimming the dignity
Of her unsullied mind and pur benignity.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Ella's Portrait


A lovely photo of the Grand Duchess Elizabeth ("Ella") from the Royal Collection. The photo was taken in 1899, and Ella was wearing a low-cut gown and her favorite chain necklace. Isn't she stunning? :D

This particular photo reminds me of one of Heine's poems which I think perfectly describes the grand duchess:

You are so lovely as a flower
So sweet, so beautiful, and so pure;
Looking at you, and sweet sadness
Comes stealing over me.

I feel I should be folding
My hands upon your hair,
Praying that God may keep you
So pure, and beautiful and charming.


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Landing of Princess Alexandra of Denmark at Gravesend



A poem to celebrate the arrival of Princess Alexandra of Denmark in Britain, as the future bride of Edward, Prince of Wales. It was written by Lord Alfred Tennyson in 1863.


A Welcome to Alexandra

Sea-kings' daughter from over the sea,
Alexandra!
Saxon and Norman and Dane are we,
But all of us Danes in our welcome of thee,
Alexandra!
Welcome her, thunders of fort and of fleet!
Welcome her, thundering cheer of the street!
Welcome her, all things youthful and sweet,
Scatter the blossom under her feet!
Break, happy land, into earlier flowers!
Make music, O bird, in the new-budded bowers!
Blazon your mottos of blessing and prayer!
Welcome her, welcome her, all that is ours!
Warble, O bugle, and trumpet, blare!
Flags, flutter out upon turrets and towers!
Flames, on the windy headland flare!
Utter your jubilee, steeple and spire!
Clash, ye bells, in the merry March air!
Flash, ye cities, in rivers of fire!
Rush to the roof, sudden rocket, and higher
Melt into stars for the land's desire!
Roll and rejoice, jubilant voice,
Roll as a ground-swell dash'd on the strand,
Roar as the sea when he welcomes the land,
And welcome her, welcome the land's desire,
The sea-kings' daughter as happy as fair,
Blissful bride of a blissful heir,
Bride of the heir of the kings of the sea--
O joy to the people and joy to the throne,
Come to us, love us, and make us your own:
For Saxon or Dane or Norman we,
Teuton or Celt, or whatever we be,
We are each all Dane in our welcome of thee,
Alexandra!


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Poem for Empress Maria Feodorovna

On June 15, 1888, when Maria Feodorovna had been Empress of Russia for three years, her husband's cousin, the poet Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich, wrote a poem dedicated to her.

On the balcony, blooming in spring,
As the nightingales sing in the gardens,
I admired you in silence,
Gazing into your gentle eyes.

A quiet voice rang in my ears,
But I can not hear what you were saying:
I was like in a dream immersed
In the depth of those soft eyes.

All that is joyous, pure, lovely,
That lives in beautiful dreams
Were all told so simply and clearly
To me through these enchanting sight.

In their secret meaning
No words can be enough...
Like the night hanging over me,
A Radiant, Spring night!



Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ella's Beauty



She was reputed to be the most beautiful of Queen Victoria's granddaughters. Tall and stately, with golden-brown hair and deep-set blue-grey eyes, contemporaries regarded her as one of the most beautiful princesses in Europe, and the Russians - in the words of Grand Duke Alexander Mikhailovich - 'fell in love' with her the moment she arrived in Russia from her native Hesse-Darmstadt. It's not difficult to 'fall in love' with the charming Ella. With her ravishing beauty, gracefulness and good heart, Ella certainly won the hearts of people from all walks of life. 

This is a poem dedicated to Ella by her friend and admirer, Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich of Russia, also known as the poet "KR".


I look at you and I enjoy it ever
You are so beautiful, no words can tell!
Oh! I am sure that such beauty hosts
A soul that is wonderful as well.
The depth of modesty and quiet sorrow
Is in your eyes of beauty so pure
You are as calm as an angel;
And as a lady, gentle and demure.
Amidst the many earthly sins and evils
Let nothing blur the pure soul of thine,
And let us all sing praises to the Creator
Who gave such beauty to a soul divine!


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