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Eretz Yisrael (Land of Israel) alongside Bashir's love of Arde Falastin (Land of Palestine).
Newrose, Oldrose, Quean Anne's lace.
Water, river, stone and sun
Wind over hill, under tree.
Past the border none can see.
Climbing into dark for you,
Will you climb in stars for me?
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Scotland is the best place in the whole world.
the browning Assendelft flatlands, this stranger
Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.
The woods of Arcady are dead,
And over it their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Gray Truth is now her painted toy.
Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.
The Scottish Highlands are incredible. There seems to be magic and poetry everywhere.
Where the hell is Australia anyway?
Scotland has never ceased to amaze the world with its forward vision, bold action and great educational institutions. Nothing makes me more proud than to promote this wonderful land with all its richness and diversity wherever I go.
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
St Michael's RC secondary sat on a promontory overlooking the town of Auchenlea. The choice of site was an indirect consequence of a past mistake in vocational guidance, leading someone who had a pathological hatred of children into town planning, rather than the more traditional field of teaching.
Land of Heart's Desire Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood, But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
Newrose, oldrose, Queen Anne's lace. Water, river, stone, and sun. Wind over hill, under tree. Past the border none can see. Climbing into dark for you Will you wait in stars for me? I
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Fairyland, where dreams can hurt. Somewhere all stories are real, all songs are true. I thought that was a strange thing for the kelda to say ...
This here is: JESUS LAND
There are few places in my life that I've found more ruggedly beautiful than the Highlands of Scotland. The place is magical - it's so far north, so remote, that sometimes it feels like you've left this world and gone to another.
up yonder in the guzzling Germans' land,
Surprisingly few outsiders know about the Cuckmere Valley, and it is not uncommon for people to confuse Alfriston with Alfreton in the Derbyshire Peak District.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
England, a happy land we know,
Where follies naturally grow,
Where without culture they arise,
And tow'r above the common size.
I went to high school in the highlands of Scotland.
My Invented Country; it resembles a heart-shaped paradise.
Another Country,
Oakmont, you've got to be playing slope.
happy hunting-grounds
12 Arnold Grove, Merseyside.
Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.
Nowhere beats the heart so kindly as beneath the tartan plaid!
Do you not listen to our daily meetings about the state of your lands?"
"Of course I don't. They're dead boring."
"Not everything can involve bloodshed, Annwyl."
"Can't you come get me when there is bloodshed? Otherwise just leave me alone to read.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
I locate Essential Spain at last - the cruel winds, the grinding poverty, the unforgiving landscape. It could be Wales.
As Alan Paton said, 'Ah but your fucking land is beautiful'.
Give me but one hour of Scotland, Let me see it ere I die.
The cold, remote Faye. It's shit.
Wales! Where the men are men and the sheep are scared!
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
The voice was low and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she'd had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.
That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.
That part of Rostrevor which overlooks Carlingford Lough is my idea of Narnia.
A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.
I grew up in a little village in the west of Ireland.
What abandoned course is that?
In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.
from Switzerland, came into the valley
Angling is an amusement peculiarly adapted to the mild and cultivated scenery of England
I love going to Scotland.
Flown Raven is the country,"I muttered.
"City slave," he said.
"Farm boy," I shot back.
"I've never even seen a farm."
"Don't trifle me with details.
If I had my own Neverland it would probably be the coolest place in the world. You could do anything you want there. There would be trees everywhere.
Perhaps to the north? I hear Scotland is lovely this time of year." "Are you barmy? Scotland is wholly abysmal this time of year.
Lord, give me Scotland or I die!
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
Blissful Islands
England ... the greatest and the most glorious and beautiful land on earth.
If I had to pick two words to describe Edinburgh, I would tell you that it's majestic and beautiful. Really, really old, but somehow more alive than any other place I've ever been.
The landscape here was strange. It was some type of forest, with giant vines that grew into spirals, round and round, growing up fifty metres toward the sky. They were massive. Some were fifteen metres across, narrowing as they rose.
It's the countryside. Perhaps this is our holiday home.
Did you know, ji,' Zulu offered, 'that the map of Tolkien's Middle earth fits quite well over central England and Wales? Maybe all fairylands are right here, in our midst.
Hay farms, scrub forest, and some bald-looking areas of
Astrud Gilberto sang an old bossa nova song. "Take me to Aruanda," she sang. I closed my eyes, and the clatter of the cups and saucers sounded like the roar of a far-off sea. Aruanda - what's it like there?
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
Taniquetil, glorious to behold, loftiest of all mountains clad in purest snow,
founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don't care what it's founded on. When I came back from
London, dirty little pool of life
Lake Winnipesaukee, he
Ireland?" he said. "I'm from Ireland! Why do you think I came here?" he said. "Nothing good in Ireland." He frowned. "Except the ale. The ale is fine.
Goldsboro, North Carolina.
There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous.
If Fairyland-Below is Fairyland's shadow, what is the shadow of Fairyland-Below? What's under the underworld?"
Ell laughed like thunder rolling somewhere far off. "I'm afraid it's underworlds all the way down, my dearest, darling flying ace.
Lovely place, shame about the people!
Good land, evill way.
I love Scotland. Edinburgh is a beautiful city and has a wonderful tradition of supporting the arts.
There's a country spread out in the sky, a credulous carpet of rainbows and crepuscular plants: I move toward it just a bit haggardly, trampling a gravedigger's rubble still moist from the spade to dream in a bedlam of vegetables.
Arden Shore Camp in Lake Bluff, Illinois, a camp for poor children and those at risk for delinquency.
It feels like Scotland." "Have you ever been?" "Mmmm. Twice. Have you?" "No." "You should. It's your roots. You'll be surprised how much they tug at you when you breathe the air in the Highlands or look out at a lowland loch.
A land where two dreamers had found peace between their peoples. Where there was no wall. No iron wards. No ash arrows.
As a Midlander and a big walker, I'd always loved ridge and furrow fields, the plough-marked land as it was when it was enclosed. It is the landscape giving you a story of lives that ended with the arrival of sheep.
When I was a child, a lot of my time was spent in Scotland because my mother's Scottish, and we used to go up to Ayrshire and visit relations in a place called Dalry.
Mooreland is a long way to go to not to be anywhere when you get there.
I was born and brought up near a village in Nottinghamshire and in my childhood enjoyed the freedom of the rather isolated country life. After the First World War, my father had bought a small farm, which became a marvelous playground for his five children.
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace of execution really surprising.
Yorkshire is so much part of me.
Scotland's a pretty place. I mean, as long as it ain't raining.
Edinburgh House. He had heard that in its industrial heyday, Corby had had
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood; Land of the mountain and the flood!
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
Holland seems like a quaint toy.
THE VALLEY OF FEAR
from Uppsala, a Swedish city that doesn't interest many people. Even the inhabitants of Uppsala* themselves are embarrassed; the name of their city sounds almost like an excuse. Sweden has the highest suicide rate in the world.
I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady.
Scotland small? Our multiform, infinite Scotland SMALL?
Scotland is my country, the nation that shaped me, that taught me my values. A nation whose achievements inspired and inspire me, a community whose failings drive me - drive my overwhelming desire to fight for social justice and equality.
I live there...
where the birds are infinite
everywhere
where they flee
it's a place your eyes can wander
but never see
Where everyone accepts me,
Without any pretense
It's a place your mind can picture
but never really comprehend.
A harrassed and dubious childhood under the hand of a well-meaning but barbarous mother's help from County Armagh led me to think of the North of Ireland as prison and the South as a land of escape.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Northern Sweden holds a special kind of magic. It's cold, lonely, and the people are tough and silent, or so the stereotype says. This is Asa Larsson's home turf and I find as much joy in reading her closely observed descriptions of the environment, as in following her intriguing plots.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;