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[?]Seth Petsching » 🌐
@Seth_Petsching@mastodon.social

I’ve been on a dinosaur kick lately so I think it’s time to reread Michael Crichton’s “Jurassic Park” and read “The Lost World” for the first time

A hand holding an Amazon Kindle showing the cover to the book “Jurassic Park”

Alt...A hand holding an Amazon Kindle showing the cover to the book “Jurassic Park”

A hand holding an Amazon Kindle showing the cover to the book “The Lost World”

Alt...A hand holding an Amazon Kindle showing the cover to the book “The Lost World”

    [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
    @fictograma@mastodon.social

    Nudillos – Franco_Ratti

    Un relato intenso sobre la violencia cotidiana, la repetición del dolor y el valor de quien decide plantarse.
    «A la salud del beneplácito subterráneo, brindo por mis nudillos y el valor.»
    fictograma.com/d/3873-nudillos

      [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
      @fictograma@mastodon.social

      Mi vida como vampiro. Capítulos VII y VIII: Una noche de discoteca, tequila que vuelve a salir, super-velocidad en la Rosaleda y el intento de contarle a un amigo que te has convertido en vampiro…
      Humor cotidiano en Madrid.
      fictograma.com/d/3875-mi-vida-

        [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
        @fictograma@mastodon.social

        ¿Qué secretos oculta la noche rusa?
        Capítulo 1 de Rusia de Noche: un teniente del ejército, un agente del FSB y una curiosa oferta que lo cambia todo… ❄️📷
        fictograma.com/d/3878-rusia-de

          [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
          @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

          "Quite," replied the Professor laconically.
          "I said from the first she was clever."
          "And I said from the first she was beautiful, and now add that she is charming."
          "Congratulations, my boy, and many of them."
          Tom Pitts strode down the sands towards his boat, and heaved a sigh before he heaved the anchor.

          — Robert Barr
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            [?]Fictograma.com » 🌐
            @fictograma@mastodon.social

            Mañana helada, omelettes y una conversación que se pone coqueta…
            Capítulo 28 de Restos de Almas Rotas: Aiden y Erina despiertan juntos y el día arranca con más química de la esperada 🍳📷
            fictograma.com/d/3879-restos-d

              [?]RJT » 🌐
              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

              [?]RJT » 🌐
              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

              [?]RJT » 🌐
              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

              [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
              @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

              DUTCH has always been my favourite study, and many people say that I am thoroughly at home in it. But heavens! fondness for a language is a very long way from knowledge of it. Next to languages I like geology. I also enjoy mathematics, but I am still struggling with the groundwork of history. Not that I do not like history; I think it is interesting and very…

              — Raden Adjeng Kartini
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                [?]Dani Iduna 🖌️🫟🧶🪄🍄🪾 » 🌐
                @DaniIduna@troet.cafe

                Ganz vergessen zu erwähnen, dass ich den 6ten Teil von Tee? Kaffee? Mord! auch durch hab. Das war übrigens vorgestern.
                Hab ich schon mal erwähnt, dass ich die Reihe mag?

                Tee? Kaffee? Mord!
Teil 6 - Tod eines Schneemanns von Ellen Barksdale

                Alt...Tee? Kaffee? Mord! Teil 6 - Tod eines Schneemanns von Ellen Barksdale

                  [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                  @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                  "It seemed to him [Euphemius] it would be a brilliant notion to call in an outside force to fight on his behalf. This same brilliant notion has occurred to participants in civil wars uncounted times in history and it has ended in catastrophe just about every time, since those called in invariably take over for themselves. Of all history's lessons, this seems to be the plainest, and the most frequently ignored."

                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                    Letters CCCLXI. and
                    CCCLXIII., to Apollinarius, and Letters CCCLXII. and CCCLXIV., from Apollinarius to Basil, are condemned as indubitably spurious, not only on internal evidence, but also on the ground of Basils asseveration that he had never written but once to Apollinarius, and that as layman to layman. Letter CCCLXV., to the great emperor Theodosius, on an…

                    — Philip Schaff
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                      [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                      @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                      Ordericus Vitalis, Ecclesiastical History of England and Normandy; translated with notes and the Introduction of Guizot, by T. Forester, M.A. Vol. II. Post 8vo. (Bohn's Antiquarian Library.)
                      Ingulph, Chronicle of the Abbey of Croyland, with the Continuations by Peter of Blois and other writers. Translated with notes by H. T. Riley. Post 8vo. (Bohn's…

                      — Archaeological Journal
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                        [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                        @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                        On the Sacred Liturgy and Communion.
                        1 Pet. ii. 1
                        Wherefore putting away all filthiness, and all guile, and evil speaking, &c.
                        1. By the loving-kindness of God ye have heard sufficiently at our former meetings concerning Baptism, and Chrism, and partaking of the Body and Blood of Christ; and now it is necessary to pass on to what is next in order, meaning to-day to…

                        — Philip Schaff
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                          [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                          @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                          "Nothing you can say, my dear," said Mrs. Mendham, going off at a tangent, "will convince me that that person's costume was not extremely suggestive and improper."

                          — H. G. Wells
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                            [?]The Vulgar Tongue » 🤖 🌐
                            @TheVulgarTongue@zirk.us

                            INSIDE AND OUTSIDE. The inside of a **** and the outside of a gaol.

                            A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                            --
                            @histodons

                            Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot):

INSIDE AND OUTSIDE. The inside of a **** and the outside of a gaol.

A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                            Alt...Image imitating a page from an old document, text (as in main toot): INSIDE AND OUTSIDE. The inside of a **** and the outside of a gaol. A selection from Francis Grose’s “Dictionary Of The Vulgar Tongue” (1785)

                              [?]Isaac Asimov » 🤖 🌐
                              @CuratedAsimov@mastodon.social

                              "It is all too easy to forget that there are emotional motivations in history, as well as economic ones."

                                [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
                                Out of the sun's way, hidden apart;
                                In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is,
                                Under the roses I hid my heart.
                                Why would it sleep not? why should it start,
                                When never a leaf of the rose‑tree stirred?
                                What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
                                Only the song of a secret bird.

                                — Algernon Charles Swinburne
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                                  [?]Vaso Papa » 🌐
                                  @vasopapa@mastodon.social

                                  [?]EveryLibrary » 🌐
                                  @everylibrary@mastodon.social

                                  We made it easy to join the fight for libraries at action.everylibrary.org

                                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                    'Twas now the hour when Night had driven
                                    Her car half round yon sable heaven;
                                    Boötes, only, seem'd to roll
                                    His Arctic charge around the Pole;
                                    While mortals, lost in gentle sleep,
                                    Forgot to smile, or ceas'd to weep:
                                    At this lone hour the Paphian boy,
                                    Descending from the realms of joy,
                                    Quick to my gate directs his course,
                                    And knocks with all his little…

                                    — George Gordon, Lord Byron
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                                      [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                      @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                      ONE thing Dick knew must be done and got over with. He would have to see Elizabeth and tell her the story. He knew it would do no good, but she had a right to the fullest explanation he could give her. She did not love him, but it was intolerable that she should hate him.
                                      He meant, however, to make no case for himself. He would have to stand on the facts.

                                      — Mary Roberts Rinehart
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                                        [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                        @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                        From the calm and stillness of a Scottish morning,
                                        as life becomes uncertain and strange
                                        we send you a waking breath…

                                        —“Our Waking Breath: A Poem-letter from Scotland to Ukraine”, curated by Kathleen Jamie in 2022

                                        Today, 24 August, is the Independence Day of Ukraine
                                        🇺🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

                                        youtube.com/watch?v=StrAumuwZj8

                                          [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                          @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                          The text of “Our Waking Breath”, along with two translations of the poem into Ukrainian by Ostap Slyvynsky & Nataliia Drapak, can be found on the Scottish Poetry Library website
                                          🇺🇦🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

                                          scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/p

                                            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                            The cold earth slept below,
                                            Above the cold sky shone;
                                            And all around, with a chilling sound,
                                            From caves of ice and fields of snow,
                                            The breath of night like death did flow
                                            Beneath the sinking moon.

                                            — Percy Bysshe Shelley
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                                              [?]Walt » 🌐
                                              @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

                                              Born this day: 08/24/1951 - 75th anniversary
                                              Orson Scott Card is an American writer known best for his science fiction works. Ender's Game was recognized as "best novel" by the 1985 Nebula Award and the 1986 Hugo Award. The film was number one in North America during its opening weekend.

                                              en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orson_Sc


                                              @books @scifi @Scifiart @sciencefiction

                                              astralcomputing.com

                                              The cover for Orson Scott Card’s Ender's Game, featuring art by John Harris, displays a dramatic, high-contrast space scene with cinematic scale. At the top, the stylized white title features thick, saturated red outlines; "ENDER'S" arches slightly above a larger, downward-angled "GAME," creating a sense of looming depth.

A massive, dark silhouette of a colossal spacecraft or station dominates the frame, moving from the upper left toward the lower center. This jagged, monolithic structure is composed of angular black and deep midnight-blue sections, its hard edges punctuated by tiny windows emitting a bright, warm light. In the upper right, a large, reddish-brown planet rests in the distance, its curved horizon partially obscured by an intense glow. A vibrant, cyan-blue nebula effect sweeps diagonally from the upper left to the lower right, casting a luminous sheen across the spacecraft's metallic surfaces and saturating the void with electric light. Fine, vertical white lines, resembling sharp star trails or descending energy beams, cut through the center of the composition against the darkness.

In the bottom foreground, a small, golden, spaceship glows brilliantly, its bright yellow highlights cutting sharply against deep shadows. The author's name, "ORSON SCOTT CARD," appears at the very bottom in a bold, pinkish-red, sans-serif font. The lighting creates intense contrast between impenetrable blacks and brilliant cyan, white, and golden highlights.

                                              Alt...The cover for Orson Scott Card’s Ender's Game, featuring art by John Harris, displays a dramatic, high-contrast space scene with cinematic scale. At the top, the stylized white title features thick, saturated red outlines; "ENDER'S" arches slightly above a larger, downward-angled "GAME," creating a sense of looming depth. A massive, dark silhouette of a colossal spacecraft or station dominates the frame, moving from the upper left toward the lower center. This jagged, monolithic structure is composed of angular black and deep midnight-blue sections, its hard edges punctuated by tiny windows emitting a bright, warm light. In the upper right, a large, reddish-brown planet rests in the distance, its curved horizon partially obscured by an intense glow. A vibrant, cyan-blue nebula effect sweeps diagonally from the upper left to the lower right, casting a luminous sheen across the spacecraft's metallic surfaces and saturating the void with electric light. Fine, vertical white lines, resembling sharp star trails or descending energy beams, cut through the center of the composition against the darkness. In the bottom foreground, a small, golden, spaceship glows brilliantly, its bright yellow highlights cutting sharply against deep shadows. The author's name, "ORSON SCOTT CARD," appears at the very bottom in a bold, pinkish-red, sans-serif font. The lighting creates intense contrast between impenetrable blacks and brilliant cyan, white, and golden highlights.

                                              Movie poster for "Ender's Game." The title is prominently displayed across the center in large, stylized white capital letters with a glowing blue outline; no author name is visible.

The central scene features a single figure from the waist up in a heroic, frontal pose. The character wears a sleek, dark navy and black futuristic spacesuit with orange shoulder accents. Their head is encased in an opaque, golden-orange reflective helmet that obscures all facial features. Centered vertically down the torso, white capitalized text reads: "THIS IS NOT A GAME."

The background consists of a complex, circular architectural structure resembling a spaceship interior or space station hub, with metallic ribs and glowing panels radiating from behind the character's head. Floating around the figure are various translucent, diamond-shaped icons in white and light blue.

A bright, intense light source originates from behind the character's upper torso, creating a heavy horizontal lens flare and casting a warm, golden glow on the helmet and shoulders, resulting in high contrast between the bright center and dark, shadowed edges.

At the bottom, six rectangular portrait headshots of the cast are arranged horizontally, each framed in blue light. Above them, names are listed in white: "ASA BUTTERFIELD", "HAILEE STEINFELD", "BEN KINGSLEY", "VIOLA DAVIS", "ABIGAIL BRESLIN", and "HARRISON FORD". The bottom margin contains technical credits, the release date "11.1.13", and studio logos including 20th Century Fox.

                                              Alt...Movie poster for "Ender's Game." The title is prominently displayed across the center in large, stylized white capital letters with a glowing blue outline; no author name is visible. The central scene features a single figure from the waist up in a heroic, frontal pose. The character wears a sleek, dark navy and black futuristic spacesuit with orange shoulder accents. Their head is encased in an opaque, golden-orange reflective helmet that obscures all facial features. Centered vertically down the torso, white capitalized text reads: "THIS IS NOT A GAME." The background consists of a complex, circular architectural structure resembling a spaceship interior or space station hub, with metallic ribs and glowing panels radiating from behind the character's head. Floating around the figure are various translucent, diamond-shaped icons in white and light blue. A bright, intense light source originates from behind the character's upper torso, creating a heavy horizontal lens flare and casting a warm, golden glow on the helmet and shoulders, resulting in high contrast between the bright center and dark, shadowed edges. At the bottom, six rectangular portrait headshots of the cast are arranged horizontally, each framed in blue light. Above them, names are listed in white: "ASA BUTTERFIELD", "HAILEE STEINFELD", "BEN KINGSLEY", "VIOLA DAVIS", "ABIGAIL BRESLIN", and "HARRISON FORD". The bottom margin contains technical credits, the release date "11.1.13", and studio logos including 20th Century Fox.

                                                [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                World’s End
                                                By HENRY KUTTNER
                                                A weird-scientific tale of travel through Time, and the terrible Black Doom, spawned in the heart of a meteorite, that will menace our descendants

                                                — Henry Kuttner
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                                                  [?]Walt » 🌐
                                                  @astralcomputing@bookstodon.com

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                                                  SOLD a SIGNED "Martian Chronicles" Today...

                                                  Only 60 books left in my collection! Get yours before the collapse - so you will have something beautiful and long-lasting to read...


                                                  @books @scifi @sciencefiction

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                                                    [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                    @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                    A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
                                                    And through this little gate that claps and bangs
                                                    Against thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?
                                                    Though but a lonely way, yet mystery hangs
                                                    Oer crowds of pastoral scenes recordless here.
                                                    The boy might climb the nest in thy young boughs
                                                    That's slept half an eternity; in fear
                                                    The herdsman may have left his startled cows

                                                    — John Clare
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                                                      [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                      @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                      Passed his examination in Mar. 1816; and was made a lieutenant on the 16th Sept. following. We first find him serving on board the Impregnable 104, flagship of Viscount Exmouth, commander-in-chief at Plymouth, in Nov. 1818. His next appointment was, July 13th, 1821, to the Bustard sloop. Captain William George Martin, fitting out for the Jamaica station,…

                                                      — John Marshall (1784-1837)
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                                                        [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                        @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                        There is a mystic thread of life
                                                        So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
                                                        That Destiny's relentless knife
                                                        At once must sever both, or none.

                                                        — George Gordon, Lord Byron
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                                                          [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                          @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                          Kant's philosophy is generally designated as a system of transcendental criticism tending towards Agnosticism in theology, and favouring the view that Christianity is a non-dogmatic religion.
                                                          Immanuel Kant was born at Königsberg in East Prussia, 22 April, 1724; died there, 12 February, 1804.

                                                          — William Turner (1871-1936)
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                                                            [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                            @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                            Forasmuch as all other nations are wont to vaunt the glory of their achievements, and reap joy from the remembrance of their forefathers: Absalon, Chief Pontiff of the Danes, whose zeal ever burned high for the glorification of our land, and who would not suffer it to be defrauded of like renown and record, cast upon me, the least of his followers -- since all the…

                                                            — Saxo Grammaticus
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                                                              [?]RJT » 🌐
                                                              @many@subconscioussignature.earth

                                                              [?]Rick Bauer » 🌐
                                                              @Firebird7479@mastodon.social

                                                              OUT NOW on ! Bobby Champion, Too: The Mid-Card — Volume IV of VI. Masked as Mr. America, Bobby Tyson is gaining momentum with NAWF fans and moving into the mid-card, where he feuds with the Libyan Assassin. But trouble at home, locker-room heat, and Bobby’s growing modeling career complicate life inside and outside the ring.
                                                              @writers
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                                                                [?]Book dedications bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                @dedication_bot@stefanbohacek.online

                                                                The Women Are Marching: The Second Sex and the Palestinian Revolution by Philippa Strum

                                                                To David
and for the women of Palestine

                                                                Alt...To David and for the women of Palestine

                                                                  [?]palimpseste_bot » 🤖 🌐
                                                                  @palimpsestebot@mastodon.social

                                                                  ERRY STOKES was a member of Her Majesty's civil service. To put it more plainly, he was the provincial hangman. Not a man in all Canada, he used to boast with pardonable professional pride, had turned off as many famous murderers as he had. He was a pillar of the constitution, was Jerry Stokes. He represented the Executive. And he wasn't ashamed of his office, either.…

                                                                  — George Newnes
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                                                                    [?]Michael Martinez » 🌐
                                                                    @michael@middle-earth.xenite.org

                                                                    Q: Is It Possible To Construct A Plausible Chronology For The Dwarven Rings Of Power?

                                                                    ANSWER: I received this highly unusual request in January 2026. I was quite ill at the time and unable to even read the message. The request comes from user User Dungeon_206 on Reddit. He has been trying to construct a plausible chronology for the 7 Hoards and 7 Rings of Power of the Dwarf-lords of […]

                                                                    https://middle-earth.xenite.org/is-it-possible-to-construct-a-plausible-chronology-for-the-dwarven-rings-of-power/

                                                                    An old dwarf writes in a book near the entrance of a cave. In the background are scenes out of the history of Middle-earth. In the foreground is a large chronological table under the words 'Is It Possible To Construct A Plausible Chronology For The Dwarven Rings Of Power?'

                                                                    Alt...An old dwarf writes in a book near the entrance of a cave. In the background are scenes out of the history of Middle-earth. In the foreground is a large chronological table under the words 'Is It Possible To Construct A Plausible Chronology For The Dwarven Rings Of Power?'

                                                                    Sara boosted

                                                                    [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                    @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                    Hey Mac did ye see him as he cam in by Gorgie,
                                                                    Awa ower the Lammerlaw and north o’ the Tay?
                                                                    Yon man is comin’ and the hale toon is turnin’ oot,
                                                                    We’re aa’ sair he’ll win back tae Glasga the day…

                                                                    —Hamish Henderson, “The John Maclean March”

                                                                    John Maclean (1879–1923), socialist & Red Clydesider, was born , 24 August

                                                                    The John Maclean March
Hamish Henderson

Hey Mac did ye see him as he cam in by Gorgie,
Awa ower the Lammerlaw and north o’ the Tay?
Yon man is comin’ and the hale toon is turnin’ oot,
We’re aa’ sair he’ll win back tae Glasga the day.

The jiners and hauders-on are marchin’ fae Clydebank,
Come noo an’ hear him, he’ll be ower thrang tae bide.
Turn oot Jock and Jimmie, leave yer cranes an’ yer muckle gantries
Great John Maclean’s comin’ back tae the Clyde.

Argyle Street and London Road’s the route that we’re marchin’
The lads frae the Broomielaw are oot tae a man.
Hey, Neil, whaur’s yer hoderums, ye big Hielan teuchter?
Get yer pipes, mate, and march at the heid o’ the clan!

Hallo Pat Malone, I knew ye’d be here, son
The red and green, my lads, we’ll wear side by side,
The Gorbals is his the day and Glasgae belangs tae him,
Noo great John Maclean’s comin’ hame tae the Clyde.

It’s forward tae Glasga Green we’ll mairch in guid order,
Will grips his banner weel, that boy isna blate,
Aye there man, that’s Johnny noo, that’s him, aye, the bonnie fechter
Lenin’s his fere, Mac, and Leibnecht’s his mate.

Tak tent when he’s speakin’ for they’ll mind whit wis said here
In Glasgae our city and the hale world besides.
Tha’s richt, lads, the scarlet’s bonnie, here’s tae ye Hielan’ Shonie!
Oor John Maclean has come hame to the Clyde.

An weel when it’s ower, I’ll awa hame tae Springburn,
Come hame tae yer tea noo, John, we’ll soon hae ye fed!
It’s hard wark the speakin’, an I’m sair ye’ll be tired the nicht,
I’ll sleep on the flair, Mac, and gie John the bed.

The hale city’s quiet noo, it kens that he’s restin’
Hame wi’ his Glasga freens, the fame and their pride.
The red will be worn, my lads, and Scotland will rise again,
Noo great John Maclean has come hame tae the Clyde.

                                                                    Alt...The John Maclean March Hamish Henderson Hey Mac did ye see him as he cam in by Gorgie, Awa ower the Lammerlaw and north o’ the Tay? Yon man is comin’ and the hale toon is turnin’ oot, We’re aa’ sair he’ll win back tae Glasga the day. The jiners and hauders-on are marchin’ fae Clydebank, Come noo an’ hear him, he’ll be ower thrang tae bide. Turn oot Jock and Jimmie, leave yer cranes an’ yer muckle gantries Great John Maclean’s comin’ back tae the Clyde. Argyle Street and London Road’s the route that we’re marchin’ The lads frae the Broomielaw are oot tae a man. Hey, Neil, whaur’s yer hoderums, ye big Hielan teuchter? Get yer pipes, mate, and march at the heid o’ the clan! Hallo Pat Malone, I knew ye’d be here, son The red and green, my lads, we’ll wear side by side, The Gorbals is his the day and Glasgae belangs tae him, Noo great John Maclean’s comin’ hame tae the Clyde. It’s forward tae Glasga Green we’ll mairch in guid order, Will grips his banner weel, that boy isna blate, Aye there man, that’s Johnny noo, that’s him, aye, the bonnie fechter Lenin’s his fere, Mac, and Leibnecht’s his mate. Tak tent when he’s speakin’ for they’ll mind whit wis said here In Glasgae our city and the hale world besides. Tha’s richt, lads, the scarlet’s bonnie, here’s tae ye Hielan’ Shonie! Oor John Maclean has come hame to the Clyde. An weel when it’s ower, I’ll awa hame tae Springburn, Come hame tae yer tea noo, John, we’ll soon hae ye fed! It’s hard wark the speakin’, an I’m sair ye’ll be tired the nicht, I’ll sleep on the flair, Mac, and gie John the bed. The hale city’s quiet noo, it kens that he’s restin’ Hame wi’ his Glasga freens, the fame and their pride. The red will be worn, my lads, and Scotland will rise again, Noo great John Maclean has come hame tae the Clyde.

                                                                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                      [?]Assoc for Scottish Literature » 🌐
                                                                      @scotlit@mastodon.scot

                                                                      Chan e iadsan a bhàsaich
                                                                      an àrdan Inbhir-chéitean
                                                                      dhaindeoin gaisge is uabhair
                                                                      ceann uachdrach ar sgeula;
                                                                      ach esan bha ’n Glaschu,
                                                                      ursann-chatha nam feumach,
                                                                      Iain mór MacGill-Eain,
                                                                      ceann is fèitheam ar sgeula.

                                                                      —Somhairle MacGill-Eain, “Clann Ghill-Eain”

                                                                      Clann Ghill-Eain
Somhairle MacGill-Eain

Chan e iadsan a bhàsaich
an àrdan Inbhir-chéitean
dhaindeoin gaisge is uabhair
ceann uachdrach ar sgeula;
ach esan bha ’n Glaschu,
ursann-chatha nam feumach,
Iain mór MacGill-Eain,
ceann is fèitheam ar sgeula

                                                                      Alt...Clann Ghill-Eain Somhairle MacGill-Eain Chan e iadsan a bhàsaich an àrdan Inbhir-chéitean dhaindeoin gaisge is uabhair ceann uachdrach ar sgeula; ach esan bha ’n Glaschu, ursann-chatha nam feumach, Iain mór MacGill-Eain, ceann is fèitheam ar sgeula

                                                                      The Clan MacLean
Sorley MacLean 

Not they who died
in the hauteur of Inverkeithing
in spite of valour and pride
the high head of our story;
but he who was in Glasgow
the battlepost of the poor
great John MacLean
the top and hem of our story.

                                                                      Alt...The Clan MacLean Sorley MacLean Not they who died in the hauteur of Inverkeithing in spite of valour and pride the high head of our story; but he who was in Glasgow the battlepost of the poor great John MacLean the top and hem of our story.

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                                                                        WHEN said was this miracle, every man :
                                                                        As sober was, that wonder was to see,
                                                                        Till that our Host to japen he began,
                                                                        And then at erst he looked upon me,
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                                                                        For ever on the ground I see thee stare.

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