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Coventry Patmore "The Toys" Poem Animation

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• published: 17 Apr 2011
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Heres a virtual movie of Coventry Patmore 1823 - 1896who was born in Essex south east England the son of an author Peter George Patmore. A convert to Catholicism in later life he became a member of the the pre-Raphaelite movement he was a contributor to "The Germ" the movements publication. This touching genteel poem will surely strike a chord with any of us who have ever been thoughtless enough to scold a child or anybody for that matter only to leave us wishing we could undo our words. perhaps this is a plea for us to strive to be more kind, more forgiving and to stop and think before we say something we may later reget for the pain it may cause....particularly as in the context of this poem of a fathers regets at scolding his child whose mother has to make matters even sadder passed away.... Kind Regards Jim Clark All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2011 The Toys...... My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobey'd, I struck him, and dismiss'd With hard words and unkiss'd, —His Mother, who was patient, being dead. Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep, I visited his bed, But found him slumbering deep, With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet From his late sobbing wet. And I, with moan, Kissing away his tears, left others of my own; For, on a table drawn beside his head, He had put, within his reach, A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells, And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, To comfort his sad heart. So when that night I pray'd To God, I wept, and said: Ah, when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.'