tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32446861518389301302024-02-20T21:36:51.647-08:00Christian Card MinistryKathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-48185099622071805552023-05-12T09:23:00.005-07:002023-05-12T09:23:42.789-07:00Almond<p style="text-align: left;"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Almond - Hope</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>The hope, in dreams of a happier hour,</i></b></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>That alights upon misery's brow,</i></b></div><i><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>Spring out of the silvery Almond flower,</i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i>That blooms on a leafless bough.</i></b></div></i></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Moore </p>Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-10599709801789726602023-02-14T04:11:00.004-08:002023-02-14T04:11:59.508-08:00Small Valentine Printables for Children<p> Valentine printables below are for young children to print, sign, craft with. They are not intended for sale or to be redistributed by alternative websites. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQ_EQfIgl3XEC6ZTMhmBGrowSn4qgmCmbA_QqF7QEpDxduqsGFb8b3p7-eouak3Be381o__q8RxfXX4DTrydNbtZ9L_uGzY-MqB0UZGtq4QBEqAPPDzftWLEs2nrUnf3wxJ8meCXqMgOzbQqu0Qx5YrSiyabdBz7FL4RxYj5O5jPK0ma2NUCLsh15/s763/lockedvalentineredcopy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="763" data-original-width="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrQ_EQfIgl3XEC6ZTMhmBGrowSn4qgmCmbA_QqF7QEpDxduqsGFb8b3p7-eouak3Be381o__q8RxfXX4DTrydNbtZ9L_uGzY-MqB0UZGtq4QBEqAPPDzftWLEs2nrUnf3wxJ8meCXqMgOzbQqu0Qx5YrSiyabdBz7FL4RxYj5O5jPK0ma2NUCLsh15/s16000/lockedvalentineredcopy.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"A wish-locked in this heart of mine - Says "Will you be my Valentine?" text.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjp0RaNNjKs5c-bEy7z8_EFqsMBtBjiXIwiTKktL8zbS6bxvsT2jVRAR5xcgOxjDlH4kBlvw5IgOR35nkbfG8NlzTK26mm5VNB-Sb1fxlR5Uqgmv4MDMXQKW0pa6L7We7H7mgFZ_5nUbkwYmGK05y3J2Ya2VyyiJR0jTzuYdaXwnc9HmMvym9NNBq9/s753/bunnyfriendsvalentine.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="753" data-original-width="590" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjp0RaNNjKs5c-bEy7z8_EFqsMBtBjiXIwiTKktL8zbS6bxvsT2jVRAR5xcgOxjDlH4kBlvw5IgOR35nkbfG8NlzTK26mm5VNB-Sb1fxlR5Uqgmv4MDMXQKW0pa6L7We7H7mgFZ_5nUbkwYmGK05y3J2Ya2VyyiJR0jTzuYdaXwnc9HmMvym9NNBq9/s16000/bunnyfriendsvalentine.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">text, "These two Bunnies Friends of mine Are bringing you My Valentine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-52565799412237748482023-02-02T08:32:00.002-08:002023-02-02T08:32:28.406-08:00The Fig<p style="text-align: center;"><b>Fig</b><br />My gnarled and sturdy branching tree<br />Flourished in far antiquity,-<br />From ancient Syria I came,<br />I spread to lands of Bible fame,<br />And now in modern Palestine,<br />The first fruit's honor still is mine. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Clip Art:</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinaToTn8SkVtoCtU481SIfZHnEY__M_klmTRt9HO0st4SA2ChCKmYYGHlnZRFQpo1UBaYF-HSAwA8lZJhlNNk9_tbdOnfQSZ36mpX4ZeXdrqnWARxeqo1FZArs9hnYifcZFL2PIIyfnSgNM857CM9Mnn-dC_lxRH-K8duqdpZqm28uZDuU6Mxg_x-r=s800" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="508" data-original-width="800" height="406" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEinaToTn8SkVtoCtU481SIfZHnEY__M_klmTRt9HO0st4SA2ChCKmYYGHlnZRFQpo1UBaYF-HSAwA8lZJhlNNk9_tbdOnfQSZ36mpX4ZeXdrqnWARxeqo1FZArs9hnYifcZFL2PIIyfnSgNM857CM9Mnn-dC_lxRH-K8duqdpZqm28uZDuU6Mxg_x-r=w640-h406" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">vintage fig varieties, watercolor<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTl4hSxoLpH_deqhNTn6MR2cgmRWRzO-g2UegU2mSytMFZWXSDbIu4d4OlT5f7cR-SKQsVnkz9sGC1cZIxY9w_HGvfcoVnP7oMdYoGWIy-se0fFiFpfwMy5D7SCLgyXkAaDlxXI_klsRX9DxeNFzvDklehxaWmAcLUcg9FwtpwOlvDSqE-TJiQ4CSC=s565" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="565" data-original-width="477" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTl4hSxoLpH_deqhNTn6MR2cgmRWRzO-g2UegU2mSytMFZWXSDbIu4d4OlT5f7cR-SKQsVnkz9sGC1cZIxY9w_HGvfcoVnP7oMdYoGWIy-se0fFiFpfwMy5D7SCLgyXkAaDlxXI_klsRX9DxeNFzvDklehxaWmAcLUcg9FwtpwOlvDSqE-TJiQ4CSC=w338-h400" width="338" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A black and white drawing of a fig branch, leaves and fruit.</td></tr></tbody></table>Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-16038941980234288252022-03-12T14:50:00.003-08:002022-03-12T14:50:21.842-08:00Apple verse and clip art.<p style="text-align: center;"><b> </b><b><b>This verse and clip art about the apple and of apples is for your card designs, enjoy... <a href="https://christiancardministry.blogspot.com/p/terms-of-use.html">(Terms of Use)</a></b></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Verse and/or Poems: </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b> Apple</b><br />Though born on Asia's Western plains<br />Each continent is in my veins,<br />My crooked boughs, my noble fruit,<br />All temperate climates seem to suit.<br />America has loved me well,<br />As every boy and girl can tell.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Clip Art:</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8bZngkI481LaEee-CpI9hH8GqZK37rUTFlNPDl0jbSti5vJPMYQPwteb68pr_kmM1uJmGktCc_172s7UlvLUb0NDKiMsbr_RN587UQXJgbVwN5mSXrCKbnWogHVBU5cFcEwEjBdTvk02FD_EJCtPzzLtgTt-raA3iWGRYxP02-H-KbkkWwkb19q2e=s385" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="385" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8bZngkI481LaEee-CpI9hH8GqZK37rUTFlNPDl0jbSti5vJPMYQPwteb68pr_kmM1uJmGktCc_172s7UlvLUb0NDKiMsbr_RN587UQXJgbVwN5mSXrCKbnWogHVBU5cFcEwEjBdTvk02FD_EJCtPzzLtgTt-raA3iWGRYxP02-H-KbkkWwkb19q2e=w400-h385" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drawing of apple on limb for needlepoint or coloring<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9U46RD3Mki6am8YKIrxquAwLS3FPS8QkAxKH48uy598Ttv0_BUzRpMzJy7jMI8mXfc1oFRnDEOVT5IoEZxidZO7FTZPcityV4xhxs3CEociY9ubrlsC6BhiZaQ6365N65cUxXcfU7h02L8n4Z7HBRyxe8AfxDQQHCGlIjcxad4VeQtjgzG4Nx0gr5=s450" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="293" data-original-width="450" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9U46RD3Mki6am8YKIrxquAwLS3FPS8QkAxKH48uy598Ttv0_BUzRpMzJy7jMI8mXfc1oFRnDEOVT5IoEZxidZO7FTZPcityV4xhxs3CEociY9ubrlsC6BhiZaQ6365N65cUxXcfU7h02L8n4Z7HBRyxe8AfxDQQHCGlIjcxad4VeQtjgzG4Nx0gr5=w400-h260" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apples in a basket, old photograph.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrv8DUhA3z1yVZA4pfEdeabegkKofLPnIUD67ckR8IBwo2_L4AdWG9aBCqulxw9fIeS2AEdxn_E7N5Ey3MDK15lk_ca9TTiYd2AqhvHrk3RQ-hNQkrCWKc9aPGkZoC8nv9Wrt25QlTHnWQDXRnHT-WWWk_FzuHULfnA8ZtfN5K6zZtMVSIkcb9_rCR=s600" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="397" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjrv8DUhA3z1yVZA4pfEdeabegkKofLPnIUD67ckR8IBwo2_L4AdWG9aBCqulxw9fIeS2AEdxn_E7N5Ey3MDK15lk_ca9TTiYd2AqhvHrk3RQ-hNQkrCWKc9aPGkZoC8nv9Wrt25QlTHnWQDXRnHT-WWWk_FzuHULfnA8ZtfN5K6zZtMVSIkcb9_rCR=w424-h640" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A colorful apple spray.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-65804404943112132552022-03-12T14:46:00.003-08:002022-03-12T14:46:45.658-08:00Peach verse and clip art...<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><b> This verse and clip art about peaches and of peaches is for your card designs, enjoy... <a href="https://christiancardministry.blogspot.com/p/terms-of-use.html">(Terms of Use)</a></b></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Verse and/or Poems: <br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Peach</b><br />I'm prehistoric, old as Time,-<br />In China I attained my prime.<br />They loved me for both fruit and <br />flower, <br />Confucius loved my rosy bower<br />Of blossoms, and I claim by birth,<br />My place as Queen fruit of the earth. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Clip Art:</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEja7LpaJ8r_krl9BJ18hy81BqAuVKJji7iTan6pS5qCw4Ovjk7dsgqg2fnPAX1znL72iDVuD94rLYvWh8ikKuHBiHxSGR9lrwrZBw3psKBf5JYenSoZvJ99VRLxSxcsMhjjIErBf5tfEd5MwmqfP_odF_hKvA3UreBES6FwMx_NNMYL6BBb0D2ohiUT=s451" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="451" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEja7LpaJ8r_krl9BJ18hy81BqAuVKJji7iTan6pS5qCw4Ovjk7dsgqg2fnPAX1znL72iDVuD94rLYvWh8ikKuHBiHxSGR9lrwrZBw3psKBf5JYenSoZvJ99VRLxSxcsMhjjIErBf5tfEd5MwmqfP_odF_hKvA3UreBES6FwMx_NNMYL6BBb0D2ohiUT=w400-h353" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drawing of a peach for needlework or coloring.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb65xaCVjY0daR87Osqr6GHMxEgJduo2Vcyrwc0V1txvWhFyTXohNtw7Olh5DtHOVKI3pKuJ0Ji7L0N-SDPlhPLM7Kprii_4bnqqGD-NAg3Qz66cSV0LSreRqX-4hsfnnASzOO60tLaNMNdrU92A5YdhCWn6W5GJKrJmBRgDHvF4YgVz9PfBrey6Ma=s714" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="714" data-original-width="442" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjb65xaCVjY0daR87Osqr6GHMxEgJduo2Vcyrwc0V1txvWhFyTXohNtw7Olh5DtHOVKI3pKuJ0Ji7L0N-SDPlhPLM7Kprii_4bnqqGD-NAg3Qz66cSV0LSreRqX-4hsfnnASzOO60tLaNMNdrU92A5YdhCWn6W5GJKrJmBRgDHvF4YgVz9PfBrey6Ma=w248-h400" width="248" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vintage peach postcard.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVaLzB-ufUYmssmod_-wWa0X5VOVqLbNjsXhGt5e3zSTB7_BZFBS8hcvPwG8Gz8Lv9g5wJJuFrn0dlopHQze3sbyKDnMDO034w-lwsWrh1Nqk7gJgpAZfhSUnk0gujLCkqKOvB7-EB8Hqz6R5hVqAIVQMi1WUojwW-RpY_aiaYDRS6kdEtB-QWkbWC=s600" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="600" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVaLzB-ufUYmssmod_-wWa0X5VOVqLbNjsXhGt5e3zSTB7_BZFBS8hcvPwG8Gz8Lv9g5wJJuFrn0dlopHQze3sbyKDnMDO034w-lwsWrh1Nqk7gJgpAZfhSUnk0gujLCkqKOvB7-EB8Hqz6R5hVqAIVQMi1WUojwW-RpY_aiaYDRS6kdEtB-QWkbWC=w400-h338" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old-fashioned basket with peaches and plums.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI3zRkQEZP7iOjUDRB8k5iyhx3RUlrJwv-BhQXjuXXm_sGDLfhEGW8FEW28C6giGA2tHVOHRk49n4ocwVgNkN34xUTGJXYdjni3TuDzhRUQf_MIE_sj6uDM3kAFmYWj9DprZ3HaKO5CUvozJYBbi58hMqH0iNOzT_bHNda8ab33THA-8nOSYlwDpfo=s616" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="482" data-original-width="616" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgI3zRkQEZP7iOjUDRB8k5iyhx3RUlrJwv-BhQXjuXXm_sGDLfhEGW8FEW28C6giGA2tHVOHRk49n4ocwVgNkN34xUTGJXYdjni3TuDzhRUQf_MIE_sj6uDM3kAFmYWj9DprZ3HaKO5CUvozJYBbi58hMqH0iNOzT_bHNda8ab33THA-8nOSYlwDpfo=w400-h313" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Antique watercolor of peaches and blossoms.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-56021168318713351992022-03-12T14:40:00.001-08:002022-03-12T14:47:02.079-08:00Plum verse and clip art...<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><b> </b> This verse and clip art about plums and of plums are for your card designs, enjoy... <a href="https://christiancardministry.blogspot.com/p/terms-of-use.html">(Terms of Use)</a></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><b>Verse and/or Poems: <br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Plum</b><br />"The eldest brother to the flowers"<br />They called me in old China's<br />bowers.<br />When first I bloomed in far-off<br />springs,<br />The nightingale with dusky wings<br />Poured music from my moon-white<br />tree,<br />And maidens oft were named for <br />me. </p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Clip Art:</b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjThGB96lve99l__WKcYe50P_bI8chlqKDuL27Zyx0ef8JJzbc1Eiw4Z1YJE2x0930b9DZ6MNzLNx3OAaYv4ix84EsHFZXQeEjxwUtNlLiUb1o_DEN1C1iJLxTuxtH99heK-rpaJX29v-00s6Elj32ln0eplo2q8j2bS_LYPFJupXBP6xHkd3yfT9Sp=s413" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="402" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjThGB96lve99l__WKcYe50P_bI8chlqKDuL27Zyx0ef8JJzbc1Eiw4Z1YJE2x0930b9DZ6MNzLNx3OAaYv4ix84EsHFZXQeEjxwUtNlLiUb1o_DEN1C1iJLxTuxtH99heK-rpaJX29v-00s6Elj32ln0eplo2q8j2bS_LYPFJupXBP6xHkd3yfT9Sp=s320" width="311" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drawing of plums on a twig for needlepoint or coloring<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE4QPgsP4w5nC_QTn-oFN8SYkurDuOV9ilcfomOc9IPCgSIsrfebrEQKg-Wy071Os6yFp9L9b59xZADU4Vdu_o1w8adCh4q1I3tqCRc_wL-UUCU5zVDcPD4GywkVJP4tV2DpQCyz194wRagWDDj-in8l5DPPtBRWlw0RQmiACo0OGxbGDbD9pEDoEu=s600" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="600" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhE4QPgsP4w5nC_QTn-oFN8SYkurDuOV9ilcfomOc9IPCgSIsrfebrEQKg-Wy071Os6yFp9L9b59xZADU4Vdu_o1w8adCh4q1I3tqCRc_wL-UUCU5zVDcPD4GywkVJP4tV2DpQCyz194wRagWDDj-in8l5DPPtBRWlw0RQmiACo0OGxbGDbD9pEDoEu=w400-h256" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watercolor of plums tumbling from a fruit basket.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnzFfRalWFnLAuasrKCTG1O29f_bxR-XhbxMkJRFdGBnECei3rAwe3qXP017O_EycH2YJELBz6tEIEpj2j-EouC9fB22La6M83HHGhEOz5dWj0N3hgfWGTGYH8AJYFS1nSfCAv-RcV49NZlU1u5RKXo7PCnQPRg2k-OBL9Rmq5OVauUNsHYcIavr4t=s800" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="534" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjnzFfRalWFnLAuasrKCTG1O29f_bxR-XhbxMkJRFdGBnECei3rAwe3qXP017O_EycH2YJELBz6tEIEpj2j-EouC9fB22La6M83HHGhEOz5dWj0N3hgfWGTGYH8AJYFS1nSfCAv-RcV49NZlU1u5RKXo7PCnQPRg2k-OBL9Rmq5OVauUNsHYcIavr4t=w429-h640" width="429" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Many varieties of vintage or heritage plums.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-75697372865704367352022-03-12T12:09:00.005-08:002022-03-12T14:38:07.601-08:00Strawberry Verse and Clip Art<p style="text-align: left;"><b> </b>This verse and clip art about strawberries and of strawberries are for your card designs, enjoy... <a href="https://christiancardministry.blogspot.com/p/terms-of-use.html">(Terms of Use)</a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b>Quotes and/or Verse:<br /></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Strawberry</b><br />I came from some Andean vale<br />And grew so vigorous and hale,<br />That soon I braved the North-<br />ern air,<br />To far Alaska's shores I fare.<br />They used to string my berries<br />red<br />On straw, and thence my name,<br />'tis said.</p><p style="text-align: left;"><b> Clip Art:</b></p><p style="text-align: left;"><b></b></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVYUJlrbZt7DFefb-N9KCRZjlnqf6Nz_7iAWN37nyUhMAFM1eZS_dbZ33nIgKDWUvWev-qzx0fESRjAsScM4sXvSPhcBpFnENJwfQYAOiTpyw2489Z13_kM3F1NUChDrDoZSataO0pAGT4AeSw1cb3PUYUjl3AjngEFeYsENJ3ESSFBbdBWp6ih7hY=s516" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="516" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhVYUJlrbZt7DFefb-N9KCRZjlnqf6Nz_7iAWN37nyUhMAFM1eZS_dbZ33nIgKDWUvWev-qzx0fESRjAsScM4sXvSPhcBpFnENJwfQYAOiTpyw2489Z13_kM3F1NUChDrDoZSataO0pAGT4AeSw1cb3PUYUjl3AjngEFeYsENJ3ESSFBbdBWp6ih7hY=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Strawberry pattern for needle work or coloring<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b></b></div><p><b></b></p><p><br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJ2AIBh4SNH-JHY852fstCOgRWbBLcpT7qxi0vwjd6leOjHIWNd8QT3oKSjF4kQjUjrH71SqF-uXzP2KiZxLKIhXvycT0kL5a06D5GLy7FpCoMs2ShQZa43N-OOjm8WNqc7wWSkMiIhmM7Xfz08Qk-CN0O7j_z5_4TmPZnOdFof8lCg_edfpujG-lk=s503" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="503" data-original-width="482" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJ2AIBh4SNH-JHY852fstCOgRWbBLcpT7qxi0vwjd6leOjHIWNd8QT3oKSjF4kQjUjrH71SqF-uXzP2KiZxLKIhXvycT0kL5a06D5GLy7FpCoMs2ShQZa43N-OOjm8WNqc7wWSkMiIhmM7Xfz08Qk-CN0O7j_z5_4TmPZnOdFof8lCg_edfpujG-lk=s320" width="307" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old painted photograph of a strawberry basket.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiM0CBNXHdJ29Do476_t_PhvqzG7gZk0A_0l1j0An4H09iVXMobAeNKdKdGlPHuSTWFL7Zp09sRYfJfBy4WYKWkJVzzvqB2S9Ou8qYfkF6SmQwIqhMsEBDgeAd6ppiSNyIw6dDlmbj1MLQudtnmqF8plEBNOyC7Lj1rmXVahEDBOD2IxDEFtgDMgo-A=s289" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="289" data-original-width="285" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiM0CBNXHdJ29Do476_t_PhvqzG7gZk0A_0l1j0An4H09iVXMobAeNKdKdGlPHuSTWFL7Zp09sRYfJfBy4WYKWkJVzzvqB2S9Ou8qYfkF6SmQwIqhMsEBDgeAd6ppiSNyIw6dDlmbj1MLQudtnmqF8plEBNOyC7Lj1rmXVahEDBOD2IxDEFtgDMgo-A" width="285" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">giant pen drawing of a single strawberry<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUcovuaNEf3ptRKNzurQzwCM1meIl0eg1H6IhmFDYHDJMMM92Wwsnzj8jingFTirFvPmyJH-6c_9kZuSZ6S6QzpnY40coxkjAbRbsA4PejVooKXPOjTlRpAFMaxCvWD_Oj1fFS99XoyIi6iL5y7N0EOuWobKJcbfzQw5yUpAf_4I9fJvvqFWX3gWCS=s432" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="260" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhUcovuaNEf3ptRKNzurQzwCM1meIl0eg1H6IhmFDYHDJMMM92Wwsnzj8jingFTirFvPmyJH-6c_9kZuSZ6S6QzpnY40coxkjAbRbsA4PejVooKXPOjTlRpAFMaxCvWD_Oj1fFS99XoyIi6iL5y7N0EOuWobKJcbfzQw5yUpAf_4I9fJvvqFWX3gWCS=w241-h400" width="241" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">strawberries in color on a vine</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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<b>Description: </b> The term nostalgia describes a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations. In common, less clinical usage nostalgia can refer to a general interest
in the past, their personalities and events, especially the "good old
days" from one's earlier life. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Above I enhanced old copies of photos with a white pencil, pasted them to handmade cards along with a few floral accents and ribbons with woven text.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">What kinds of written things might I include along with the card?<br />Quotes:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">"True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories." <i>Florence King</i></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">"In music, trends are always rising and fading in popularity, but nostalgia never dies." <i>Anthony Fantano</i></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">"As a child, our house had a backyard lined with roses tended vigilantly by my mother. So the fragrance fills me with nostalgia for my youth."<i> Thelma Golden</i></span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">Additional Scriptures:</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">"For he will never be shaken; The righteous will be remembered forever." <i>Psalm 112:6</i></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;">"Truly I say to you, wherever this gospel is preached in the whole world, what this woman has done will also be spoken of in memory of her." <i>Matthew 26:13</i></span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;"><span style="font-family: cambria; font-size: 12pt;">More Links To Explore:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><ul><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;"><span style="font-family: cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="https://www.splitcoaststampers.com/gallery/photo/2334113">Vintage Ferris Wheel card</a><b> </b></span></span></li><li><span style="background-color: white; color: #33290b; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif; font-size: 13.86px;"><span style="font-family: cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="https://www.splitcoaststampers.com/gallery/photo/1799987">Nostalgic ice skaters for Christmas</a></span></span></li></ul></div>
</div>Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-75959223354805459662021-10-12T10:23:00.001-07:002021-10-12T10:23:59.904-07:00illustrator howard pyle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Howard Pyle (March 5, 1853 – November 9, 1911) was an American illustrator and author, primarily of books for young people. A native of Wilmington, Delaware, he spent the last year of his life in Florence, Italy.</div>
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In 1894 he began teaching illustration at the Drexel Institute of Art, Science and Industry (now Drexel University).
After 1900, he founded his own school of art and illustration, named
the Howard Pyle School of Illustration Art. The scholar Henry C. Pitz
later used the term Brandywine School for the illustration artists and Wyeth family artists of the Brandywine region, several of whom had studied with Pyle. Some of his more notable students were N. C. Wyeth, Frank Schoonover, Elenore Abbott, Ethel Franklin Betts, Anna Whelan Betts, Harvey Dunn, Clyde O. DeLand, Philip R. Goodwin, Thornton Oakley, Violet Oakley, Ellen Bernard Thompson Pyle, Olive Rush, Allen Tupper True, Elizabeth Shippen Green, Arthur E. Becher, William James Aylward, and Jessie Willcox Smith. Pyle's home and studio in Wilmington, where he taught his students, is still standing and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.</div>
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His 1883 classic publication <i>The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood</i> remains in print, and his other books, frequently with medieval European settings, include a four-volume set on King Arthur. He is also well known for his illustrations of pirates, and is credited with creating what has become the modern stereotype of pirate dress. He published his first novel, <i>Otto of the Silver Hand,</i> in 1888. He also illustrated historical and adventure stories for periodicals such as <i>Harper's Magazine</i> and <i>St. Nicholas Magazine</i>. His novel <i>Men of Iron</i> was adapted as the movie <i>The Black Shield of Falworth</i> (1954).</div>
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Pyle traveled to Florence, Italy in 1910 to study mural painting. He died there in 1911 of a sudden kidney infection (Bright's Disease). <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howard_Pyle">Read more . . . </a></div>
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Below I've restored a few of Pyle's paintings. You can visit a collection of his illustrations restored for children to color at <a href="http://crayonpalace.blogspot.com/search/label/Howard%20Pyle">my Crayon Palace blog here</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Attack On A Galleon by Howard Pyle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Illustration by Howard Pyle from "The Price of Blood"</td></tr>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-53472128278560047252021-02-14T10:03:00.007-08:002021-02-14T10:04:22.957-08:00a bird themed frame for stationary<p> This frame includes illustrations of birds, bird houses and nests. Send a letter or poem framed for Spring to your loved ones...</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-t2ieMpgK05RcTztqApugZNICYDbODYW2nScEnTdGzBbhGoA04iRecfggmkQgbZeVeWCQsmPXW2Y8PPoctZJCNh0YH3I6wVn-q5_CNMTp3LgvokyBF_ftBwWfRmFMnwZ-5gdljDI5mRI/s764/birdframegrimm2021.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="764" data-original-width="493" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-t2ieMpgK05RcTztqApugZNICYDbODYW2nScEnTdGzBbhGoA04iRecfggmkQgbZeVeWCQsmPXW2Y8PPoctZJCNh0YH3I6wVn-q5_CNMTp3LgvokyBF_ftBwWfRmFMnwZ-5gdljDI5mRI/s16000/birdframegrimm2021.png" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A frame for bird lovers.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p>Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-23312642873375013842018-04-12T01:46:00.001-07:002018-04-12T01:46:35.448-07:00Some Violets<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>SOME VIOLETS.</b></div>
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<i>by May Riley Smith </i><br /><br />Dear friend, I give thee violets; <br />And for my fee, <br />The fragrant secret of thy life <br />Disclose to me. <br /><br />For through it, like a guiding thread, <br />I scent the rue; <br />And faintly track the odorous feet <br />Of heart's-ease too. <br /><br />Reach down on patient cords to me <br />Thy brimming cup <br />Of wise, sweet thoughts, that I may drink, <br />And thus toil up <br /><br />To where thou art, so meekly high, <br />So far away. <br />I can but kiss my eager hands <br />To thee to-day. <br /><br />Or, if I may not reach so high, <br />Then be it so; <br />If I may sit beside thy feet, <br />'Twill not be low. <br /><br />And, listening soft, my soul may catch. <br />In some far sense. <br />The tuneful impulse of a life <br />Serene, intense. <br /><br />Ah, me! I do but spoil my work <br />With clumsy phrase; <br />And mar, with my uncultured speech, <br />Where I would praise. <br /><br />So I will lay my heart's-ease down <br />At thy kind feet; <br />Regretting sore their broken stems, <br />Their vanished sweet. <br /><br />Yet praying that their faded blue <br />Some type may be <br />Of the fair badge my heart shall wear <br />Always for thee! <br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-27835424382258963622018-02-14T02:42:00.001-08:002018-02-14T02:42:14.160-08:00old-fashioned valentines via post...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've cleaned these sweet little postcards for Valentine's Day so that you could include them in your crafts and letters.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little boy in knickers, delivers a bunch of Valentine balloons "To One I LOVE"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A pretty, bright-eyed toddler, framed with a big red heart</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A red-riding-hood sits in the boughs of a blooming tree and plays her horn or flute. She has wings.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Text, "Thoughts of You St. Valentines Day" postcard, child holds a very large rose</td></tr>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-60133036389080476902018-02-14T02:28:00.000-08:002018-02-14T02:28:02.101-08:00Daisy's Valentines<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>DAISY'S VALENTINES</b> <br /><br />All night through Daisy's sleep, it seems, <br />Have ceaseless " rat-taps " thundered; <br />All night through Daisy's rosy dreams <br />Have devious Postmen blundered, <br />Delivering letters round her bed, -<br />Suggestive missives, sealed with red, <br />And franked of course with due Queen's- <br />head, -<br />While Daisy lay and wondered. <br /><br />But now, when chirping birds begin, <br />And Day puts oil the Quaker, - <br />When Cook renews her morning din <br />And rates the cheerful baker, -<br />She dreams her dream no dream at all, <br />For, just as pigeons come at call, <br />Winged letters flutter down and fall <br />Around her head, and wake her. <br /><br />Yes, there they are! With quirk and twist, <br />And fraudfil art directed; <br />(Save Grandpapa's dear stiff old "fist," <br />Through all disguise detected;) <br />But which is his, - her young Lothair's, - <br />Who wooed her on the school-room stairs <br />With three sweet cakes, and two ripe pears, <br />In one neat pile collected ? <br /><br />T is there, be sure. Though truth to speak, <br />(If truth may be permitted), <br />I doubt that young "rift-bearing Greek" <br />Is scarce for fealty fitted; <br />Fbr has he not (I grieve to say), <br />To two loves more, on this same day, <br />In just the same emblazoned way, <br />His transient vows transmitted ? <br /><br />He may be true. Yet, Daisy dear, <br />That even youth grown colder <br />You '11 find is no new thing, I fear; <br />And when you 're somewhat older,<br />You '11 read of one Dardanian boy <br />Who " wooed with gifts "a maiden coy, -<br />Then took the morning train to Troy <br />In spite of all he 'd told her. <br /><br />But wait. Your time will come, and then <br />Obliging Fates, please send her <br />The bravest thine you have in men, <br />Sound-hearted, strong, and tender; - <br />The kind of man, dear Fates, you know, <br />That feels how shyly Daisies grow, <br />And what soft things they are, and so <br />Will spare to spoil or mend her. <br /><br /><i>Austin Dobson. </i><br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-81796224819147150992018-02-14T02:23:00.003-08:002018-02-14T02:23:44.166-08:00A Smoker's Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>A SMOKER'S VALENTINE </b><br /><br />What 's my love's name? Guess her name. <br />She reciprocates my flame, <br />Cheers me wheresoe'er I go; <br />Never forward, never coy, <br />She is ever more my joy. <br />Who could help but love her so? <br />Nicotina, mistress mine, <br />Thou shalt be my Valentine. <br /><br /><i>From Lyra Nicotiana</i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-24303440382120237782018-02-14T02:22:00.001-08:002018-02-14T02:22:13.289-08:00Valentine by James Jeffrey Roche<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>VALENTINE</b> <br /><br />Great Antony, I drink to thee, <br />The Roman lover bold, <br />Who knew the worth of love and earth <br />And gave the dross for gold. <br /><br />Rich Antony, I envy thee, <br />Who hadst a world to stake, <br />And, win or lose, didst bravely choose <br />To risk it for Her sake. <br /><br />Poor Antony, I pity thee, <br />So small a world was thine <br />I 'd scorn to lay the prize to-day <br />Before my Valentine ! <br /><i><br />James Jeffrey Roche. </i><br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-53272072296123603642018-02-14T02:20:00.002-08:002018-02-14T02:20:42.060-08:00A Clear Eyed Cupid<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>A CLEAR EYED CUPID </b><br /><br />YONGE Love, a playing in faire Celia's haire, <br />Became entangled in a golden snare, <br />And tearful vowed if she would sette him free <br />He 'd paye ye ransome, whatso'er it be. <br /><br />She loosed his lyght wings from ye twisted <br />tress, <br />And off he fluttered, free but weaponless ; <br />For Celia tooke his quiver and swift bowe <br />For ransome, ere she lette ye rascal goe. <br /><br />More merdlesse than Cupid, Celia is, <br />Clear-eyed, she shoots with surer aim than his ; <br />And, if ye quiver fail not, as we praye, <br />Noe man shall live, but bearesawoundeawaye. <br /><br /><i>William Lindsay.</i> <br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-62797653565502562242018-02-14T02:00:00.003-08:002018-02-14T02:00:44.815-08:00The Lawyer's Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>THE LAWYER'S VALENTINE</b> <br /><br />I 'M notified, fair neighbor mine, <br />By one of our profession, <br />That this - the Term of Valentine - <br />Is Cupid's Special Session. <br /><br />Permit me therefore to report <br />Myself on this occasion, <br />Quite ready to proceed to Court, <br />And File my Declaration. <br /><br />I've an Attachment for you, too; <br />A legal and a strong one; <br />O, yield unto the Process, do; <br />Nor let it be a long one! <br /><br />No scowling bailiff lurks behind; <br />He 'd be a precious noddy, <br />Who, failing to Arrest the mind, <br />Should go and take the Body! <br /><br />For though a form like yours might throw <br />A sculptor in distraction; <br />I could n t serve a Capias - no -<br />I 'd scorn so base an Action! <br /><br />O do not tell me of your youth, <br />And turn away demurely; <br />For though you 're very young, in truth, <br />You 're not an Infant, surely! <br /><br />The Case is everything to me; <br />My heart is love's own tissue; <br />Don't plead a Dilatory Plea; <br />Let 's have the General Issue! <br /><br />Or, - since you 've really no defence, <br />Why not, this present Session, <br />Omitting all absurd pretence, <br />Give judgment by Confession? <br /><br />So shall you be my loving wife <br />And I - your faithful lover <br />Be Tenant of your heart for Life, <br />With no Remainder over. <br /><br /><i>John Godfrey Saxe. </i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-53862597819439698492018-02-14T01:57:00.004-08:002018-02-14T01:57:49.311-08:00Lines Suggested By The 14th of February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>LINES SUGGESTED BY THE <br />FOURTEENTH OF <br />FEBRUARY</b> <br /><br />Darkness succeeds to twilight: <br />Through lattice and through skylight <br />The stars no doubt, if one looked out, <br />Might be observed to shine: <br />And sitting by the embers <br />I elevate my members <br />On a stray chair, and then and there <br />Commence a Valentine. <br /><br />Yea ! by Saint Valentinus, <br />Emma shall not be minus <br />What all young ladies, whate'er their grade is, <br />Expect to-day no doubt : <br />Emma the fair, the stately, <br />Whom I beheld so lately, <br />Smiling beneath the snow-white wreath <br />Which told that she was "out." <br /><br />Wherefore fly to her, swallow, <br />And mention that I 'd " follow," <br />And " pipe and trill," et cetera, till <br />1 died, had I but wings: <br />Say the North f s " true and tender," <br />The South an old offender; <br />And hint in fact, with your well-known tact, <br />All kinds of pretty things. <br /><br />Say I grow hourly thinner, <br />Simply abhor my dinner. <br />Though 1 do try and absorb some viand <br />Each day for form's sake merely ; <br />And ask her, when all 's ended, <br />And I am found extended, <br />With vest blood-spotted and cut carotid, <br />To think on Her's sincerely. <br /><br /><i>Charles Stuart Calverley. </i><br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-70678454594868993402018-02-14T01:55:00.000-08:002018-02-14T01:55:56.131-08:00Song for The 14th Of February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>SONG FOR THE FOURTEENTH <br />OF FEBRUARY</b> <br />
<i>by a general lover</i><br />
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Apollo has peeped through the shutter <br />
And wakened the witty and fair <br />
The boarding school belle's in a flutter, <br />
The two-penny post 's in despair; <br />
The breath of the morning is flinging <br />
A magic on blossom, on spray, <br />
And cockneys and sparrows are singing <br />
In chorus on Valentine's Day. <br />
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Away with ye, dreams of disaster, <br />
Away with ye, visions of law, <br />
Of cases 1 never shall master, <br />
Of pleadings I never shall draw! <br />
Away with ye, parchments and papers, <br />
Red tapes, unread volumes, away! <br />
It gives a fond lover the vapors <br />
To see you on Valentine's Day. <br />
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I '11 sit in my night-cap, like Hayley, <br />
1 '11 sit with my arms crost, like Spain, <br />
Till joys which are vanishing daily, <br />
Come back in their lustre again: <br />
Oh ! shall I look over the waters, <br />
Or shall I look over the way, <br />
For the brightest and best of Birth's daughters, <br />
To rhyme to, on Valentine's Day? <br />
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Shall I crown with my worship, for fame's sake, <br />
Some goddess whom Fashion has starred, <br />
Make puns on Miss Love and her namesake, <br />
Or pray for a pas with Brocard? <br />
Then 1 flirt, in romantic idea, <br />
With Chester's adorable clay, <br />
Or whisper in transport "Si mea"<br />
Cum Vestris" - on Valentine's Day? <br />
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Shall I kneel to a Sylvia or Celia, <br />
Whom no one e'er saw, or may see, <br />
A fancy drawn Laura Amelia, <br />
An ad libit, Anna Marie? <br />
Shall I court an initial with stars to it <br />
Go mad for a G. or a J., <br />
Get Bishop to put a few bars to it <br />
And print it on Valentine's Day? </div>
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I think not of Laura the Witty; <br />
For, oh! she is married at York! <br />
I sigh not for Rose of the City, <br />
For, oh! she is buried at Cork! <br />
Adtte has a braver and better <br />
To say - what I never could say; <br />
Louise cannot construe a letter <br />
Of English, on Valentine's Day. <br />
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So perish the leaves in the arbor I <br />
The tree is all bare in the blast; <br />
Like a wreck that is drifting to harbor, <br />
I come to thee, Lady, at last <br />
Where art thou, so lovely and lonely? <br />
Though idle the lute and the lay, <br />
The lute and the lay are thine only, <br />
My fairest, on Valentine's Day. </div>
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For thee I have opened my Blackstone, <br />
For thee I have shut up myself; <br />
Exchanged my long curls for a Caxton, <br />
And laid my short whist on the shelf; <br />
For thee 1 have sold my old sherry, <br />
For thee 1 have burnt my new play; <br />
And 1 grow philosophical, - very! <br />
Except upon Valentine's Day. <br />
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<i>WlNTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED. </i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-61480608278990622142018-02-14T01:47:00.003-08:002018-02-14T01:47:50.529-08:00Valentine by William Stanley Braithwaite<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>VALENTINE </b><br /><br />Lavish Nature's hands bestow <br />Meadows full of daisies; <br />Shelley's lark -song, Herrick's dew, <br />Keats' flower-fragrant mazes. <br />Gather all within a dream, <br />Admire them and ponder, <br />Yet your treasures will not seem <br />Half so great a wonder <br />As my love's rich charms that shine <br />In my verse - Her Valentine!<br /><br /><i>William Stanley Braithwaite. </i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-58299025272187934152018-02-14T01:46:00.002-08:002018-02-14T01:46:25.546-08:00My Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>MY VALENTINE </b><br /><br />My little Valentine is fair. <br />Her name - ah, don't you wish you knew? <br />All curling falls her soft brown hair <br />And her dark eyes flash as the dew <br />On roses sparkles when the sun <br />Kisses the flowers it has won <br />To open by its rays. <br /><br />What shall I send my Valentine <br />Upon this joyous festal day <br />While Cupid's arrows flash and shine <br />Piercing my heart, though not to slay? <br />My wounded heart to her I'll send <br />That she, perchance, her love may lend <br />To bring me happy days. <br /><br /><i>Laurens Mayrard.</i> <br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-58788903900294635132018-02-14T01:44:00.004-08:002018-02-14T01:44:51.997-08:00With A Hand-Glass To A Lady<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>WITH A HAND-GLASS <br />TO A LADY </b><br /><br />Let not my looking on thee once, O glass f <br />Cloud the bright visions thou art yet to see. <br />My image wholly from thy face shall pass, <br />And her fair beauty daily shine on thee. <br />Tell her my darkened days would show as <br />bright <br />Were they illumined by her constant light. <br /><br /><i>M. A. De Wolfe Howe.</i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-57513640886633791992018-02-14T01:43:00.000-08:002018-02-14T01:43:01.127-08:00Valentine for My Mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>VALENTINE FOR MY MOTHER</b> <br /><br />Motherkin mine, are you fond of me, dear? <br />Do you really and honestly love me, I pray? <br />Throw me a kiss, for St. Valentine 's here! <br /><br />Are you sorry I 'm so far away from you here? <br />Do you miss me a little, on Valentine's day? <br />Motherkin mine, are you fond of me, dear? <br /><br />Though it come with a smile or it come with <br />a tear, <br />I'll know what you mean (though you'll <br />try to be gay), <br />Throw me a kiss, for St. Valentine 's here! <br /><br />Ah, that one has reached me, so be of good <br />cheer -</div>
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(There's another for you, that is now on <br />the way) <br />Motherkin mine, are you fond of me, dear? <br /><br />Ah, Motherkin, though you're a woman, 'tis <br />clear <br />There's one thing that you can throw <br />straight, I must say! <br />Throw me a kiss, for St. Valentine 's here! <br /><br />Oh! all of the girls will be jealous, I fear -<br />I 'll none of their kisses, with you I would <br />play! <br />Motherkin mine, are you fond of me, dear? <br />Throw me a kiss, for St. Valentine 's here! <br /><i><br />Gelett Burgess.</i> <br /></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-81086270591600399972018-02-14T01:38:00.002-08:002018-02-14T01:38:23.075-08:00The Valentine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>THE VALENTINE</b> <br /><br />My Valentine's a page of gold, <br />Upon it by the morning light <br />I trace new hopes and fancies bright, <br />So sweetly is the story told, <br />That old, old story, yet so new, <br />A little song of love, a voice <br />That bids my faltering soul rejoice, <br />A promise to be ever true; <br />love, sweet love, this honest heart <br />Unknown to coquetry or art, <br />Hath sworn fidelity to you. <br />And to my trustful heart I press <br />My valentine, with fond caress. <br /><br />But still as sweetly as of old, <br />And now the long, long years have fled, <br />1 read the treasured sheet of gold. <br />What tho' my love, alas! be dead <br />And as I read from yonder skies <br />An angel with a radiant crown <br />Comes to my lovely chamber down <br />And bids me dry my streaming eyes. <br />So in the soft declining day <br />I think of him who's far away, <br />Whose body in the churchyard lies. <br />And to my broken heart I press <br />My valentine, with fond caress. <br /><i><br />Eugene Field. </i></div>
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Kathy Grimmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18295696077498829657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3244686151838930130.post-15719129574889572302018-02-14T01:36:00.001-08:002018-02-14T01:36:46.744-08:00A Rondel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>A RONDEL </b><br /><br />Awake, awake, O gracious heart, <br />There 's some one knocking at the door; <br />The chilling breezes make him smart; <br />His little feet are tired and sore. <br /><br />Arise, and welcome him before <br />Adown his cheeks the big tears start: <br />Awake, awake, O gracious heart, <br />There 's some one knocking at the door. <br /><br />'Tis Cupid come with loving art <br />To honor, worship, and implore: <br />And lest, unwelcomed, he depart <br />With all his wise mysterious lore, <br /><br />Awake, awake, O gracious heart, <br />There 's some one knocking at the door. <br /><br /><i>Frank Dempster Sherman. </i><br /></div>
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