Dodie's Dream World : Blog

Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "Share Share Dodies Dream-World
Vixi duellis nuper idoneus, Et militavi non sine gloria
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Henry Reed
Born in 1914 in Birmingham, , England on February 22ndand educated there ending up at Birmingham University, where he achieved his M.A. He was called up in 1941 and went to the Foreign Office from 1942 - 46. After his return to civvy street he became a full-time writer, but always maintained he was a slow worker. He also worked as a freelance writer for the BBC Features Department, from 1946-1980 and made many broadcasts on books and films and enjoyed writing radio scripts on extended themes, e.g. Moby Dick. He was very fond of films, theatre and opera and for entertainment he was known to play the piano badly and for long stretches at a time.
He died on December 8th in 1986 and left some wonderful works behind. as this one listed here.... with Lessons of War, which was dedicated to Alan Michell , with these words first written by Horace:
Vixi puellis nuper idoneus
Et militavi non sine gloria

In which he uses the Latin (duellis-battles) instead of Horaces' (puellis-girls) to make the translation.
'I have lived recently suitable for battles, and fought not without glory.'
This verse was written in 1946 as part of
Lessons of War: 1. Naming of Parts from A Map of Verona (Jonathan Cape, Ltd )
Many of his works are titled in any of the wikipedia

You will find the poem and a video response at Classic Poems within:
http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/9.html


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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog: "As I promised a few more letters of the Angel Alphabet, It is so lovely.

A STANDS FOR ANGEL
By Joan Gale Thomas
Met on the stairs

A stands for Angel,
With shining white wings,
Who drives away shadows
And frightening things.

I'm never afraid
If it's dark on the stairs,
Or think that the shadows
Are goblins or bears,

For I know there's and angel
Who waits at the bend,
To see that I'm safe
Till I get to the end.

Little Angel

As this little adventure of Rhymes is 26 pages long,
I will do them a few at a time.


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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog: "Thu, 16 Sep 2010
Who is that knocking at my front door, could it be a little mouse, I wonder?

PULL-UP ALLEY WITH DIDDILY DEE DOT'S DREAM-LAND

Someone Came Knocking at my small door

Someone came knocking
At my wee, small door;
Someone came knocking
I’m sure-sure-sure;
I listened, I opened,
I looked to left and right,
But nought there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl’s call,
Only the cricket whistling
While the dewdrops fall,
So I know not who came knocking,
At all, at all, at all.

By Walter de la Mare

WHY DON'T YOU PRINT OUT THIS LOVELY OWL MASK FROM MR. WOO.
YOU CAN FIND MORE MASKS AND THINGS TO MAKE AT AnimalJr.com



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Dodie's Dream World : Blog

Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "Tue, 14 Sep 2010
I think I have been neglecting poor old Dodie in her Dream World, but here I am to make it up to you. xxx
DODIES KITCHEN -
Is back again with some fantastic kitchen designs
This was not a good idea, now I have to go out into my little kitchen and make supper. 'Oh My.... Dream on Dodie.'

A Beautiful Spanish Kitchen.
Would you want to cook in it or just sit and look at the beauty of this Spanish Kitchen.

Chinese Greentea Kitchen
I love this Kitchen, it's one of the Chinese greentea range and very smart too.
The green bits are from the www.greenteakitchen.com

Japanese Modern Kitchen
What do you think of this very modern Japanese Kitchen?



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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog

 Diddilydeedot's Dreamland 
This Baby is called William

William James

They used to call him "Baby dear" -
Now he has other names;
They've put him into trousers,
and they call him William James.

He means to walk to London Town
To see what he can see;
But he has only reached the gate,
When it was time for tea.

"I think our William James has grown up some more, but now
he has an idea of going farther than London this time!"


A Chip of the Old Block

I'm only FIVE but soon I'll be
A British sailor on the sea ;
On Daddy's ship I mean to sail
To fight the foe and brave the gale.

When I am SIX I'll try to learn
Which is the bow and which the stern ;
I'll climb the masts, and fire the guns,
And live on chocolate and buns.

When I am EIGHT - that is , twice four -
I shall be wrecked and swim ashore ;
Then all alone - shan't I be brave ? -
I'll live like Crusoe in a cave.

When I am TEN I shall, you know,
An admiral be like Jellicoe ;
I'll wear a sword and cocked hat fine,
And never go to bed till nine..




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Lullaby for a Naughty Girl. E.V. Rieu.

 Dr. DoDiddily and the Dee Dot's
THE BALKAN MUSES
Romania.   Bulgaria.   Macedonia.   Albania.    Greece.   Slovenia
Transylvania. Croatia.  Bosnia Herzegovina.  Crete
A Lullaby for a Naughty Girl
 
Oh peace, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
Of all little girls who are born to be great;
And the greatest of Queens have all been little girls
And dried up their tears on their kerchiefs or curls.

Oh sleep; and your heart that has sobbed for so long
Will mend and grow merry and wake you to song;
For the world is lovelier place than it seems,
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.
 
The dark Cleopatra was slapped on the head,
And she wept as she lay in her great golden bed;
But the dark Cleopatra woke up with a smile
As she thought of the little boats out on the Nile.

And Helen of Troy had many a smack:
She moaned and she murmered the Greek for "Alack!
But the sun rose in Argos, and wonderful joy
Came with the morning to Helen of Troy.

They sent Guinevere without supper to sleep
In her grey little room at the top of the Keep;
And the stars over Camelot waited and wept
Till the peeping moon told them that Guinevere slept.
 
There was grief in Castile and dismay in Madrid
When they slapped Isabella for something she did;
But she slept - and could laugh in the morning again
At the Dons of Castile, the Hidalgos of Spain.

And oh, how Elizabeth cried in her cot
When she wanted her doll and her Nanny said not!
But the sparrows awoke and the summer sun rose, 
And there was the doll on the bed by her toes!


So sleep, my Penelope: slaps are the fate
of all little girls who are born to be great;
But the world is a lovelier place than it seems
And a smack cannot follow you into your dreams.

            Emile Victor Rieu  CBE (10 February 1887 – 11 May 1972)he retired  as general editor of the Penguin Classics series, he had overseen the publication of about 160 volumes, he was far less known for his children's verse.
His own poems were very much a side-line for Rieu, mainly aimed at children, but they are not without their own charm.

What a lovely Poem xxx