Uploaded May 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Here's a virtual movie of "Mother Cornwall" a traditional dialect poem from Cornwall virtually read by the 19th century Cornish miner poet John Harris.
John Harris FRHS (14 October 1820 – 7 January 1884) was a Cornish poet. He became a fellow of the Royal Historical Society in April 1879 for being ″distinguished in letters″.[3]
Harris was born and raised in a two-bedroom cottage on the slopes of Bolenowe, a small hamlet near Camborne, Cornwall, in England. He was the eldest of nine children (six brothers and two sisters).[4] At age twelve, he was sent to work at Dolcoath mine where he combined a life of painful labour with the production of poetry celebrating his native landscape around Carn Brea and the scenic splendours of Land's End and the Lizard. He could not afford pen and paper, so he improvised and used blackberry juice for ink and grocery bags for paper.
In the 1840s, he married Jane Rule, with whom he had two sons and two daughters. When his second-born daughter, Lucretia, died during Christmas 1855, he produced a moving eulogy. After this a friend found him a more congenial occupation as a Bible-reader or travelling comforter at Falmouth, where he spent the second half of his life. During this period he produced his most important work, the loco-descriptive poem A Story of Carn Brea (1863).
He received a grant of £200 from the Royal Bounty Fund through the Earl of Beaconsfield and in September 1881 the prime minister gave him a grant of £100 from the civil list.[2] He died in 1884 having requested that he should be buried at Treslothan Chapel, near the village of Troon.
There has been some revival of interest in his work, and recently, the book The Cornish Poet was brought out by the John Harris Society, containing his collected works.[5]
Here's a virtual movie of "Mother Cornwall" a traditional dialect poem from Cornwall virtually read by the 19th century Cornish miner poet John Harris.
John Harris FRHS (14 October 1820 – 7 January 1884) was a Cornish poet. He became a fellow of the Royal Historical Society in April 1879 for being ″distinguished in letters″.[3]
Harris was born and raised in a two-bedroom cottage on the slopes of Bolenowe, a small hamlet near Camborne, Cornwall, in England. He was the eldest of nine children (six brothers and two sisters).[4] At age twelve, he was sent to work at Dolcoath mine where he combined a life of painful labour with the production of poetry celebrating his native landscape around Carn Brea and the scenic splendours of Land's End and the Lizard. He could not afford pen and paper, so he improvised and used blackberry juice for ink and grocery bags for paper.
In the 1840s, he married Jane Rule, with whom he had two sons and two daughters. When his second-born daughter, Lucretia, died during Christmas 1855, he produced a moving eulogy. After this a friend found him a more congenial occupation as a Bible-reader or travelling comforter at Falmouth, where he spent the second half of his life. During this period he produced his most important work, the loco-descriptive poem A Story of Carn Brea (1863).
He received a grant of £200 from the Royal Bounty Fund through the Earl of Beaconsfield and in September 1881 the prime minister gave him a grant of £100 from the civil list.[2] He died in 1884 having requested that he should be buried at Treslothan Chapel, near the village of Troon.
There has been some revival of interest in his work, and recently, the book The Cornish Poet was brought out by the John Harris Society, containing his collected works.[5]
![Irish Poets Learn Your Trade - William Butler Yeats - Poem Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great William Butler Yeats reading Irish Poets Learn Your Trade from his much longer poem Under Ben Bulben which was his final work. Under Ben Bulben is a poem written by celebrated Irish poet W. B. Yeats. It was one of the last poems he wrote, and the last three lines decorate his gravestone in Drumcliffe, County Sligo, Ireland..
The title of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Larry McMurtrys first novel, Horseman, Pass By, is derived from the last three lines of this poem.
Benbulbin,[1][2] sometimes spelled Ben Bulben or Benbulben (from the Irish: Binn Ghulbain), is a large rock formation in County Sligo, Ireland. It is part of the Dartry Mountains, in an area sometimes called Yeats Country
Yeatss famous poem, Under Ben Bulben, is basically a description of Yeats Country. It describes the sights that he saw in Yeats Country. The following is an excerpt from Under Ben Bulben:
“ Under bare Ben Bulbens head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
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Jim Clark
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![The Chimney Sweeper - William Blake - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the first stanza of The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake. This short animation uses a soundtrack of a child chanting that I found around the net several years ago which I thought was rather pleasant.
The Chimney Sweeper is the title of two poems by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence in 1789 and Songs of Experience in 1794.[2] The poem The Chimney Sweeper is set against the dark background of child labor that was prominent in England in the late 18th and 19th century. At the age of four and five, boys were sold to clean chimneys, due to their small size. These children were oppressed and had a diminutive existence that was socially accepted at the time. In the earlier poem, a young chimney sweeper recounts a dream had by one of his fellows, in which an angel rescues the boys from coffins and takes them to a sunny meadow; in the later poem, an apparently adult speaker encounters a child chimney sweeper abandoned in the snow while his parents are at church or possibly even suffered death where church is referring to being with God.
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry weep! weep! weep! weep![a]
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![The Good Times Gone By G S Fraser Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of the brilliant Scots poet and prolific literary biographer G S Fraser reading his short,but seemingly very apt little poem mocking the mixed fortunes of Scotland at this momentous time as Scotland considers its future should it unwisely in my humble opinion vote to become independent from the UK The Good Times Gone
George Sutherland Fraser (8 November 1915 3 January 1980) was a Scottish poet, literary critic and academic.Fraser was born in Glasgow, Scotland, later moving with his family to Aberdeen. He attended the University of St. Andrews.
During World War II he served in the British Army in Cairo and Eritrea. He was published as a poet in Salamander, a Cairo literary magazine. At the same time he was involved with the New Apocalyptics group, writing an introductory essay for the anthology The White Horseman, and formulating as well as anyone did the idea that they were successors to surrealism.
After the war he became a prominent figure in Londons literary circles, working as a journalist and critic. Together with his wife Paddy he made friends with a gamut of literary figures, from the intellectual leader William Empson to the eccentric John Gawsworth. He worked with Ian Fletcher to have Gawsworths Collected Poems (1949) published. His direction was that of the traditional man of letters (soon to become extinct).
In 1948, Fraser contributed an essay entitled A Language by Itself to a biblio-symposium honouring the sixtieth birthday of T. S. Eliot. Drawing comparisons with John Donne, he praised the poets profound refreshment (particularly in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock) of the English poetic tongue, together with his subtle facility for transitional verse and his potent effect on the poetic youth; but, more importantly for present purposes, he also confessed, I am not a very original writer myself; I am lost, on the whole, without a convention of some sort [...].[1]
In 1949 he accepted the job of replacing Edmund Blunden as Cultural Adviser to the UK Liaison Mission in Tokyo. This ended badly when he suffered a breakdown in 1951 while in Japan. Subsequently he was much less the poet than the all-purpose writer.
He became a lecturer at the University of Leicester in 1959, where he was an inspiring teacher, remaining there until retirement in 1979.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![A Stockmans Nostalgia - W Miller - Poem-Animation
Heres a virtual movie about an Australian Cowboy A Stockman yearning to be back riding the open wilds of Australia rather than being stuck in the confines of the City A Stockmans Nostalgiaby W Miller. Having only the initial and surname of the poet I havent managed to pin down any biographical info on this so ?
In Australia a stockman (plural stockmen) is a person who looks after the livestock on a large property known as a station, which is owned by a grazier or a grazing company. A stockman may also be employed at an abattoir, feedlot, on a livestock export ship, or with a stock and station agency.
Stockmen who work with cattle in the Top End are known as ringers and are often only employed for the dry season which lasts from April to October. A station hand is an employee, who is involved in routine duties on a rural property or station and this may also involve caring for livestock, too. With pastoral properties facing dire recruitment problems as young men are lured into the booming mining industry, young women from the cities are becoming a common sight on outback stations, often attracted by the chance to work with horses.[1] Some stations are now making changes for the employment of women by building female living quarters and installing hydraulic cattle crushes etc.[2] An associated occupation is that of the drover, who, like the shearer may be an itinerant worker, and is employed in tending to livestock while they are travelling on a stock route.
A station trainee is known as a jackaroo (male) or jillaroo (female),[3] and does much the same work as a stockman.
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Jim Clark
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![Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey Alas, So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace, Poem animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great Elizabethan Sonneteer Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey readinghis much loved Sonnet Alas, So all Things Now Do Hold Their Peace
Alas, So all Things Now Do Hold Their Peace.............
This poem is about inner struggle. He speaks of his loved one and how the love he feels is unrequited. How everything has found its peace, except for him. He says: I weep and sing, in joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease: For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring... He is claiming that even though she brings him disease, the mere thought of her brings him calm till he remembers the cause of his pain: she rejects him.
Tudor poet Henry Howard, the Earl of Surrey, was born in Hunsdon, Hertfordshire, England. He was the son of the third Duke of Norfolk. Associated with the royal court, he grew up at Windsor, where he was a childhood companion to the Duke of Richmond, son of Henry VIII. Surrey was also a first cousin to Anne Boleyn. Educated by tutors, he lived an eventful life as a soldier and a courtier, eventually marrying Lady Frances de Vere, daughter of the Earl of Oxford.
In 1532, he traveled to France with Henry VIII and stayed at the French court for almost a year. He was made Knight of the Garter in 1541 and served as a soldier in France. After Anne Boleyns execution, Surrey and his father ran afoul of the new English court on several occasions. Eventually charged with treason, he was imprisoned in the Tower of London and executed in 1547.
Surreys poetry is often associated with that of Thomas Wyatt, whose work was published alongside Surreys in Tottels Miscellany (1557). A major poet of the 16th century, Surrey is credited with developing the Shakespearean form of the sonnet. He wrote love poems and elegies and translated Books 2 and 4 of Virgils Aeneid as well as Psalms and Ecclesiastes from the Bible. He also introduced blank verse to English—a form that he used in his translations of Virgil.
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]Jim Clark
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![William Shakespeare - Tomorrow, - Johnston Forbes Robertson - Poem Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the Victorian Shakespearean actor Johnston Forbes-Robertson Reciting Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow From Macbeth. The sound recording of FForbes Robertson comes from a rare 78 rpm shellac record circa 1928.
Sir Johnston Forbes-Robertson (16 January 1853 – 6 November 1937[1]) was an English actor and theatre manager. He was considered the finest Hamlet of the Victorian era and one of the finest actors of his time, despite his dislike of the job and his lifelong belief that he was temperamentally unsuited to acting.
His many performances led him into, among other things, travel to the U.S., and work with Sir Henry Irving. He was hailed as one of the most individual and refined of English actors. He was a personal friend of the Duke of Sutherland and his family and often stayed with them at Trentham Hall; he is known to have recommended to them various writers and musicians in dire need of assistance.
Forbes-Robertson first came to prominence playing second leads to Henry Irving before making his mark as the greatest interpreter of Hamlet of the nineteenth century, according to many critics.[according to whom?] One of his early successes was in W. S. Gilberts Danl Druce, Blacksmith. In 1882, he starred with Lottie Venne and Marion Terry in G. W. Godfreys comedy The Parvenu at the Court Theatre.[3] He was noted for his elocution, particularly by George Bernard Shaw who wrote the part of Caesar in Caesar and Cleopatra for him.[citation needed] Forbes-Robertsons other notable roles were Romeo, Othello, Leontes in The Winters Tale, and the leading role in The Passing of the Third Floor Back; performed on Broadway 1908 (filmed in 1916, released 1918). He did not play Hamlet until he was 44 years old, but after his success in the part he continued playing it until 1916, including a surviving silent film (1913). Shaw considered him the greatest Hamlet he had ever seen.[citation needed]
He was also a talented painter who did a portrait of his mentor Samuel Phelps that currently hangs in the Garrick Club in London. Forbes-Robertson acted in plays with the gifted actress Mary Anderson in the 1880s. He became smitten with her, fell in love with her and asked her hand in marriage. She kindly turned him down though they remained friends. Later he and actress Beatrice Campbell enjoyed a brief affair during the time she starred with him in a series of Shakespearean plays in the mid-1890s.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow...
(from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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