Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thule and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
Or where the Northern ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thule and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.
My purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles And see the great Achilles.
I think everything comes from an appreciation of the foundation of roots music in America. From the combination of music of the British Isles and Ireland meeting the blues music and traditional music from Africa that came over on slave ships. Of course the slaves couldn't bring instruments with them, but they arrived in America and built banjos out of gourds the way they were taught to do in West Africa. And then suddenly this whole new language began. Everybody's black, everybody's white. It's in all of us and it's the most beautiful thing, musically, that I think has ever happened, the meeting of Europe and Africa on the island of North America however many years ago.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
When I was younger, I was in love with everything about the British Isles, from British folklore to Celtic music. That was always where my passions were as a young girl, and so I studied folklore as a college student in England and Ireland.
Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.
But who is this, what thing of sea or land, Female of sex it seems, That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger.
His home the Western giant smiles, And twirls the spotty globe to find it This little speck, the British Isles 'T is but a freckle,never mind it.
We went to Denmark twice and Germany and also to the Canary Isles one year. I remember once when we were playing Dresden in Germany.
When people say England, they sometimes mean Great Britain, sometimes the United Kingdom, sometimes the British Isles, - but never England.
The sprinkled isles, Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
For some reason, horror movies, they seem like good date movies. When you go to them it's all high school kids, all over each other, running up and down the isles, no one is even looking at the screen anyways, they figure they don't have to pay attention to the story anyways. We scream and yell... it's like mayhem.
Each section of the British Isles has its own way of laughing, except Wales, which doesn't.
His true Penelope was Flaubert, He fished by obstinate isles.
Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
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