Charles Dickens "The Ivy Green" Poem Animation Movie
Heres a virtual movie of the great Charles Dickens reading his lovely sad wise little poem "The Ivy Green".
The Ivy Green
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o`er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a stanch old heart has he.
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
And slily he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
The rich mould of dead men`s graves.
Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant in its lonely days,
Shall fatten upon the past:
For the stateliest building man can raise,
Is the Ivy`s food at last.
Creeping on, where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
The poem is read superbly by Charles Bryant who has his own excellent poetry channel at youtube at this link..
http://www.youtube.com/user/brychar66And a website here..
http://www.charbry.supanet.com/index1...Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
[via poetry animations]
Heres a virtual movie of the great Charles Dickens reading his lovely sad wise little poem "The Ivy Green".
The Ivy Green
Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth o`er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
Is a merry meal for him.
Creeping where no life is seen,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
And a stanch old heart has he.
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
To his friend the huge Oak Tree!
And slily he traileth along the ground,
And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
The rich mould of dead men`s graves.
Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant in its lonely days,
Shall fatten upon the past:
For the stateliest building man can raise,
Is the Ivy`s food at last.
Creeping on, where time has been,
A rare old plant is the Ivy green.
The poem is read superbly by Charles Bryant who has his own excellent poetry channel at youtube at this link..
http://www.youtube.com/user/brychar66And a website here..
http://www.charbry.supanet.com/index1...Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2008
[via poetry animations]
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