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Saturday 8 October 2011
Friday 7 October 2011
Miss Butler&Miss Ponsonby
17-20 July 1790
MISS Butler and Miss Ponsonby, now retired from the society of men, into the wilds of a certain Welch vale, bear a strange antipathy to the male sex, whom they take every opportunity of avoiding.
Both Ladies are daughters of the great Irish families whose names they retain.
Miss Butler, who is of the Ormond family, had several offers of marriage, all of which she rejected. As Miss Ponsonby, her particular friend and companion, was supposed to be the bar to all matrimonial union, it was thought proper to separate them; and Miss Butler was confined.
The two Ladies, however, found means to elope together. But being soon over-taken, they were each brought back by their respective relations. Many attempts were renewed to draw Miss Butler into marriage. But upon her solemnly and repeatedly declaring that nothing could induce her to wed any one, her parents ceased to persecute her by any more offers.
Not many months after, the ladies concerted and executed a fresh elopement. Each having a small sum with them, and having been allowed a trifling income; the place of their retreat was confided to a female servant of the Butler family, who was sworn to secresy as to the place of her retirement. She was only to say that they were well, and safe; and hoped that their friends, without further enquiry, would continue their annuities, which has not only been done, but they have been increased.
The beautiful above-mentioned vale is the spot they fixed on, where they have resided for several years, unknown to the neighbouring villagers by any other appellation, than the Ladies in the Vale.
About a twelvemonth since, three ladies and a gentleman stopping one night at an inn in the village, not being able to procure beds, the inhabitants applied to the female hermits for accommodation to some foreign strangers. This was readily granted – When lo! in these foreigners they descried some of their own relatives! But no intreaties could prevail on the ladies to quit their sweet retreat.
Miss Butler is tall and masculine. She wears always a riding-habit. Hangs up her hat with the air of a sportsman in the hall; and appears in all respects as a young man, if we except the petticoat, which she still retains.
Miss Ponsonby, on the contrary, is polite and effeminate, fair and beautiful.
In Mr. Secretary Steel’s list of pensions for 1788, are the names of Ellinor Butler and Sarah Ponsonby, for annuities of fifty pounds each. We have many reasons to imagine, these pensioners are the ladies of the vale; and their female confident still continues to send them their Irish annuities beside.
They live in neatness, elegance and taste. Two females are their only servants.
Miss Ponsonby does the duties and honours of the house; while Miss Butler superintends the gardens and the rest of the grounds.
(St. James’s Chronicle. A virtually identical report was published in theGeneral Evening Post for 20-22 July 1790. The same report was published in theLondon Chronicle for 20-22 July, except that the names were shortened to “Miss B——” and “Miss P——”.)
22-24 July 1790
The two female Hermits of the Welch Vale must have a strong reciprocal inducement to forego the pleasure of friends and relations for such a system of sequestration; – but should two romantic Edwins discover those Angelinas, and take up their abode on the same spot, the connection would be much improved. (General Evening Post)
[The newspaper article prompted the Ladies of Llangollyn to write to the politician Edmund Burke for advice on taking legal action for libel. His response was as follows:]
Letter from Edmund Burke to Eleanor Charlotte Butler and Sarah Ponsonby
Beconsfield, July 30th, 1790
My dear Ladies,
I am very much flattered by being honoured with your Commands. You do no more than justice to me and to this family when you suppose us ready to do everything in our power to show our respect to your character, and our grateful remembrance of the polite and hospitable reception you gave us in your elegant retirement at Llangollen. [The Burke family visited Llangollen in late September 1788.] It is however a most sensible mortification to us all that our correspondence should begin upon an occasion so disagreeable. They must be the most wicked probably, certainly the most unthinking, of all wretches who could make that retirement unpleasant to you. I have not seen the base publications to which you allude. I have spoken to a friend who has seen them and who speaks of them with the indignation felt by every worthy mind, but who doubts whether that redress can be had by an appeal to the law to which the whole community as well as you are entitled. There are offences of this nature deserving of the severest punishment but on which it is very difficult, if not impossible, to bring the offenders to Justice. My brother is absent on the Circuit, but my son is here, and if on the perusal of those infamous papers it should appear that there is an hope of obtaining a legal sentence on their author or publisher you may be assured that no pains shall be wanting for that purpose without trouble or expense to you. I am afraid, indeed, that this object cannot be compassed. Your consolation must be that you suffer only by the baseness of the age you live in, that you suffer from the violence of calumny for the virtues that entitle you to the esteem of all who know how to esteem honour, friendship, principle, and dignity of thinking, and that you suffer along with everything that is excellent in the world. I do not wonder that minds tenderly sensible to reputation should feel for a moment from this shocking licence; but I should be sorry and ashamed for the independence of virtue, if the profligacy of others should shorten, or even embitter in any degree, such valuable lives as yours. I trust that the piety, good sense, and fortitude that hitherto have distinguished you and made you the mark of envy in your retreat, will enable you on recollection perfecty to despise the scandals of those whom, if you knew them, you would despise on every other account, and which, I faithfully assure you, make no impressions except those of contempt on any person living. The Newspapers have over done their part, and have brought things to such a point by their indiscriminate abuse that they really contribute nothing to raise or lower any character, so that if you contrive to keep yourselves in your own persons, where you are, infinitely above the feeling of their malice, the rest of the world will not be in the smallest degree influenced by it, any further than you being objects of low unmerited persecution will increase their interest in Characters in every point so formed to engage it. I do not know one of the prsons who are engaged in the conduct of the papers, and have great reluctance in acknowledging their importance so far as to make an application to them, but since you desire it I will make an enquiry into their connections; and will take care to have notice given to them to attend to their behaviour in future, rather in the stle of menace than as asking any favour from them. Mrs Burke desires her most respectful and affectionate compliments, and I shall think myself highly honoured if you continue to believe me with the most perfect sentiments of respect and regard, Ladies,
Your most faithful and most obedient and obliged humble servant,
Edm. BurkeSOURCE: The Correspondence of Edmund Burke, ed. Alfred Cobban and Robert A. Smith, Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, and Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1967, vol. 6, pp. 131-2.
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The Ladies of Llangollen, seeking a Welsh Utopia and finding it!
The Ladies of Llangollen, seeking a Welsh Utopia and finding it!: "A brave old world
With the introduction of civil partnerships in the United Kingdom we've now come to a time when even government recognises, for some at least, gender has little to do with the vagaries of the heart.
This recognition may be a big change for society as a whole, there are of course lots of legal shenanigans but in fact, we all know same sex marriages of a sort have been with us for years and indeed legal acknowledgement was hinted at a very long time ago. As we will see, even George the 3rd gave tacit approval to the Ladies of Llangollen."
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With the introduction of civil partnerships in the United Kingdom we've now come to a time when even government recognises, for some at least, gender has little to do with the vagaries of the heart.
This recognition may be a big change for society as a whole, there are of course lots of legal shenanigans but in fact, we all know same sex marriages of a sort have been with us for years and indeed legal acknowledgement was hinted at a very long time ago. As we will see, even George the 3rd gave tacit approval to the Ladies of Llangollen."
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glbtq >> literature >> Butler, Lady Eleanor, and Sarah Ponsonby
glbtq >> literature >> Butler, Lady Eleanor, and Sarah Ponsonby: "Butler, Lady Eleanor, (1739-1829) and Sarah Ponsonby (1755-1831)
An enduring emblem of female romantic friendship, Lady Eleanor Butler and Sarah Ponsonby eloped to Wales where they lived together for over fifty years and entertained several important writers.
Best known as the Ladies of Llangollen, after the Welsh village where they lived in "delicious Retirement," Butler and Ponsonby were daughters of the Anglo-Irish Ascendency who eloped together in 1778. Ponsonby, sixteen years Butler's junior, lost both parents in early childhood and her stepmother when she was thirteen. Given into the care of her father's cousin Lady Betty Fownes, she was sent to Miss Parke's boarding school in Kilkenny."
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An enduring emblem of female romantic friendship, Lady Eleanor Butler and Sarah Ponsonby eloped to Wales where they lived together for over fifty years and entertained several important writers.
Best known as the Ladies of Llangollen, after the Welsh village where they lived in "delicious Retirement," Butler and Ponsonby were daughters of the Anglo-Irish Ascendency who eloped together in 1778. Ponsonby, sixteen years Butler's junior, lost both parents in early childhood and her stepmother when she was thirteen. Given into the care of her father's cousin Lady Betty Fownes, she was sent to Miss Parke's boarding school in Kilkenny."
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BBC - Wales History: The Ladies of Llangollen
BBC - Wales History: The Ladies of Llangollen: "In 1778, rather than be forced into arranged marriages that they did not want, Eleanor and Sarah scandalised polite society and ran away together."
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Poetry Pairing | 'That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold' - NYTimes.com
Poetry Pairing | 'That Time of Year Thou Mayst in Me Behold' - NYTimes.com: "Sonnet LXXIII
By William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."
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By William Shakespeare
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."
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Morning coffee
Very good morning to all of You my dear friends!
May this day become one of the most beautiful days in Your life.
May You all be blessed by joy,happiness and of course,with Love!
I am not a poet,I cannot write to You song but I am giving You all I can,my very best wishes.May they follow You where ever You go.
My beloved Lady,
I am always having You in my heart and I will always love You.
Thank You for being part of my few days,You made me special.
God bless You!<3
“Lesbian-Like” and the Social History of Lesbianisms - Medievalists.net
“Lesbian-Like” and the Social History of Lesbianisms - Medievalists.net: "In Queer Studies, social history is “queer.” Gay and lesbian histories abound with insightful analyses of texts produced by the powerful and privileged, but they are relatively poor in scholarship about the ordinary lives of average people.’ I offer here a proposal that might adjust this balance a bit. The rich insights brought by intellectual, cultural, and literary studies of same-sex love are invaluable, but I seek to complement these with more complete understandings of the same-sex relations ofpeople who were more real than imagined and more ordlnary than extraordinary."
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Thursday 6 October 2011
Last year Nobel price winner for poetry
“I am serving my sentence in a tangible prison, while you wait in the intangible prison of the heart. Your love is the sunlight that leaps over high walls and penetrates the iron bars of my prison window, stroking every inch of my skin, warming every cell of my body, allowing me to always keep peace, openness, and brightness in my heart, and filling every minute of my time in prison with meaning. My love for you, on the other hand, is so full of remorse and regret that it at times makes me stagger under its weight. I am an insensate stone in the wilderness, whipped by fierce wind and torrential rain, so cold that no one dares touch me. But my love is solid and sharp, capable of piercing through any obstacle. Even if I were crushed into powder, I would still use my ashes to embrace you.”
Wednesday 5 October 2011
Monday 3 October 2011
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In the Bible's story of creation, God declares everything good, until this moment: "Then the Lord said, 'It is not good that man should live alone; I will make him a helper as his partner (Genesis 2:18).'" There is nothing in Scripture that requires who this companion will be. In fact, the whole of Scripture (including the apostle Paul) looks upon women as the subservient property of the husband (and most of the time with full acceptance of owning multiple wives). Marriage in ancient Hebrew and Greek meant the man taking the woman as his property. This actually contrasts with our modern understanding of marriage, which is based on a commitment of love between equally mature and willing adults.
We have the testimony of many lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender Christians who tell us that God has bound them to a person of the same sex as their partner for life. And we have seen the marvelous fruits of the lives of these believers who contribute to their families and communities with greater power and joy because of the loving partner who is at their side.
LGBT people in loving partnerships have all the qualities that we value in marriage. These qualities are the essence of fidelity in marriage espoused by Scripture. And let us not forget Jesus' warning, "Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate" (Matthew 19:6, Mark 10:9). Again, with no stipulation as to whom God has joined.
EROTIC IMAGERY IN CLASSICAL ARABIC POETRY - Medievalists.net
EROTIC IMAGERY IN CLASSICAL ARABIC POETRY - Medievalists.net:
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Very interesting site about medieval literature
Woman in Arabic poetry
'via Blog this'Woman’s charm is an everlasting source of poetic inspiration. With the unlimited variety
of its manifestations, it is a challenge to the pagan poet of the Arabian desert, as it is to the
author of refined mystical odes. The small collection of terms, belonging to the lexical stock
of erotic imagery, draws on exactly these two poles of the Arabic classical poetry.
Whenever there emerged a poet in an Arab tribe, other tribes
would come to congratulate, feasts would be prepared, the women
would join together playing on lutes as they do at weddings, and
old and young men would all rejoice at the good news.
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Poetry is the archive of the Arabs; in it their genealogies have
been preserved; through it we can learn the glorious deeds of the
past; with it we learn the Arabic language. It sheds clarity on the
darkest and strangest things found in the Book of God and in the
tradition of God’s apostle and that of His companions and succes-
sors.
Word from Lord
"Declare me innocent, O LORD,
for I have acted with integrity;
I have trusted in the LORD without wavering.
Put me on trial, LORD, and cross-examine me.
Test my motives and my heart.
For I am always aware of your unfailing love,
and I have lived according to your truth."
for I have acted with integrity;
I have trusted in the LORD without wavering.
Put me on trial, LORD, and cross-examine me.
Test my motives and my heart.
For I am always aware of your unfailing love,
and I have lived according to your truth."
Psalm 26:1–3
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes
Elizabeth Barrett Browning Quotes: "Elizabeth Barrett Browning is one of my favorite poets. Read her quotations to see why.
Belief
Earth is crammed with Heaven.
Destiny
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Belief
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Achievements
Light tomorrow with today.
Love
Two human loves make one divine.
Challenge
Who so loves believes the impossible."
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Belief
Earth is crammed with Heaven.
Destiny
God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
Belief
If you desire faith, then you have faith enough.
Achievements
Light tomorrow with today.
Love
Two human loves make one divine.
Challenge
Who so loves believes the impossible."
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee
Elizabeth Barrett Browning How Do I Love Thee: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
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I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
"
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Sunday 2 October 2011
Henry Lawson After All
Henry Lawson After All: "The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!"
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My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.
The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the world to me is a grand world after all!"
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A Quotes for You
"A loving person lives in a loving world.
A hostile person lives in a hostile world.
Everyone You meet is Your own mirror." by Ken Kates
"Time flies.
It is up to You to be the Navigator." by Robert Olsen
"Great minds have purposes,other have wishes." by Washington Irwing
A hostile person lives in a hostile world.
Everyone You meet is Your own mirror." by Ken Kates
"Time flies.
It is up to You to be the Navigator." by Robert Olsen
"Great minds have purposes,other have wishes." by Washington Irwing
To Cristina
Dear Cristina,
Lot of days past by that day when we hear each other for the last time.It was very sad day for me,I did not wanted to believe in my heart many things..
I was very unpleasently supriced when I heart the rest of story by someone who did never done any harm to You.You did hurt me mostly.
I am sorry for all words.I have had hard time to forget what You said.
I do forgive You.I am gratefull for what You have done in the biggining to me,to my life,to my whole being.
You are always in my prayers and in heart and I know that You do know that.
Since now,I believe You already knows all the truth from inside.I am here when ever You need me.
God bless You my friend!
Good morning to all of You!
I do wish You all my friends,guests and visitors of this blog joy and happiness in Your day.
Today is Sunday.
May the Creator of the world keep You shine and beautiful in the rest of Your days.may he bless You all.
You are always very welcome here in my blog.
Last days I saw there are lot of visitors from Russia,Phillipines,Canada,Kenya,Sweden and Germany.Thank You for Your coming.
All You my "old" friends from USA,Croatia,India,Slovenia,Serbia,Macedonia,Monte Negro,Bosnia&Herzegovina are always welcome here.I do not knew what to tell You more then it is always nice too see Your visiting.
Each time when I see Great Britain here my own heart start to live again thinking that my beloved Lady is among us..I do know each time when She comes..if any of You do have any relations or connections still with her tell her that I miss her very much..the rest She already knows by Herself.
I love You all and wish You all the best in Your own life.
To all of You I do know personally,do not be so shy..closet life between friends are not nessesery.It is amazing You remain hidden even on this blog..Life are not found of cowards.To find Love in life You have to be little brave.
Be brave!
Be happy!
Be what ever You are!
You are always in my heart!
My Danubius forum
There I have lot of friends who love me the way I am.
There I have people who do not let anyone to be sad.
There live people with widely open hearts and minds to each and every one of us.
There is part of my heart.
God bless You all from Danubius!
I wish You joy and happiness!
To my beloved
You do not understand my pain,
You do not hear my silent screams,
You simple just do not get it.
You do not understand what You've cause
You do not understand the thoughts that flow in my mind.
You do not understand the jagged lines on my wrist
that flow red,
You simple just do not understand it.
You do not get how much O want to just..leave.
Leave before I do something I will regret.
But You do not see it
or You just do not care.
So,here I am,sitting on the cold tile floor with tears flowing out of my eyes;
Here I am,wishing I weren't alive.
Here I am,picking up all Your words written to me.
Here..I...Am dieing without living You.
Poetry « Escape Into Life
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