Sono parte integrante degli avvenimenti ma finiscono per restare egualmente in disparte, sono perseguitate da incredibili sventure e per via del loro carattere fragile e introverso sembrano meritarsele tutte: sono loro, le sorelle dimenticate che vivono all'ombra della storia e delle opere di finzione che tanto amiamo, mal sopportate dai più e costrette a sparire dietro un eroina più grintosa e fiammante alla quale è impossibile resistere. Eppure, nonostante i loro apparenti difetti, non solo non riesco a smettere di amarle ma trovo che indagare il loro mistero sia di gran lunga più interessante che seguire le peripezie della classica eroina di turno, nata per attirare su di sé riflettori e complimenti; le nostre amiche meritano di certo maggiore considerazione ed è per questo che ho deciso di dedicare un pezzo speciale a ciascuna di loro ogni volta che mi sarà possibile. Are you ready? Ricordate, dietro l'hashtag #maunagioia c'è un'intera vita intera da scoprire.
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martedì 28 ottobre 2014
The Other Sister: Margaret Beaufort
lunedì 16 maggio 2011
the death of Queen Jane
Queen Jane lay in labour full six days or more,
Till the women grew weary and the midwives gave o'er.
They sent for King Henry to come with great speed
To be with Queen Jane in her hour of need
King Henry came to her and sat by her bedside
Saying "What ails thee my Jeannie? What ails thee my bride?"
"O Henry O Henry do this one thing for me
Rip open my right side and find my baby"
"O Jeannie, O Jeannie that never will do
It would lease thy sweet life and thy young baby too"
She wept and she wailed and she fell into a swoon
They opened her right side and her baby was found
Well the baby was christened the very next day
While his poor dead mother a mouldering lay
Six men went before her and four more travelled on
While loyal King Henry stood mourning alone
He wept and he wailed until he was sore
Saying "The flower of all England will flourish no more"
He sat by the river with his head in his hands
Saying "My merry England's a sorrowful land
venerdì 5 novembre 2010
Oh, Mary.
Taking on water,
Sailing a restless sea
From a memory,
A fantasy.
The wind carries
Into white water,
Far from the islands.
Don't you know you're
Never going to get to France.
Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you?
Never going to get to France.
Could a new romance ever bind you?
Walking on foreign ground,
Like a shadow,
Roaming in far off
Territory.
Over your shoulder,
Stories unfold, you're
Searching for sanctuary.
You know you're
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Never going to get to France...
I see a picture
By the lamp's flicker.
Isn't it strange how
Dreams fade and shimmer?
Maggie Reilly
Mike Oldfield
To France
martedì 22 giugno 2010
death of a monarchy
thank you for these 4 years..greatest finale ever.
Etichette:
Boleyn,
finale,
natalie dormer,
the tudors,
Tudors,
tv
venerdì 25 dicembre 2009
merry Christmas!!!
martedì 21 luglio 2009
these bloody days.....
These bloody days have broken my heart,
My lust, my youth did them depart.
For your wit alone many men would bemoan,
And since it is so, many still cry aloud.
It is a great loss that you are dead and gone,
A time you had above your poor degree,
Before whereof your friends may well bemoan,
A rotten twig upon so high a tree has slipped your hold
And you are dead and gone.
These bloody days have broken my heart,
My lust, my youth did them depart.
And blind desire of ambitious souls,
Who haste to climb seeks to revert and about the throne
The thunder rolls.
These bloody days have broken my heart….
(thomas wyatt)



My lust, my youth did them depart.
For your wit alone many men would bemoan,
And since it is so, many still cry aloud.
It is a great loss that you are dead and gone,
A time you had above your poor degree,
Before whereof your friends may well bemoan,
A rotten twig upon so high a tree has slipped your hold
And you are dead and gone.
These bloody days have broken my heart,
My lust, my youth did them depart.
And blind desire of ambitious souls,
Who haste to climb seeks to revert and about the throne
The thunder rolls.
These bloody days have broken my heart….
(thomas wyatt)



Etichette:
Boleyn,
my literature...,
natalie dormer,
the tudors,
Tudors,
tv,
Wyatt
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