Yes indeed the lakes are home to many famous people i dont know many names of the poets except Wordsworth i visited his home once which is open to the public.Also Beatrixs Potter the childrens writer,Donald Cambell who lost his life while trying to break the speed record on lake Coniston.The R.A.F also train arround this hilly terrain can be quite immpressive to see.
Yes indeed the lakes are home to many famous people i dont know many names of the poets except Wordsworth i visited his home once which is open to the public.Also Beatrixs Potter the childrens writer,Donald Cambell who lost his life while trying to break the speed record on lake Coniston.
But I prefered Coleridge. Do you know that his poem Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner was exploited by the British heavy metal group Iron Maiden? Great music, nice lyrics
I always liked Iron Maiden`s frequent references to history and culture. It made them one of the most valuable metal groups ever.
Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea.
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale.
Driven south to the land of the snow and ice To a place where nobody's been Through the snow fog flies on the albatross Hailed in God's name, hoping good luck it brings.
And the ship sails on, back to the North Through the fog and ice and the albatross follows on.
The mariner kills the bird of good omen His shipmates cry against what he's done But when the fog clears, they justify him And make themselves a part of the crime.
Sailing on and on and north across the sea Sailing on and on and north 'til all is calm.
The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible curse a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung.
And the curse goes on and on at sea And the verse goes on and on for them and me.
"Day after day, day after day, we stuck nor breath nor motion as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean Water, water everywhere and all the boards did shrink Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
There calls the mariner There comes a ship over the line But how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.
See...onward she comes Onward she nears out of the sun See, she has no crew She has no life, wait but there's two.
Death and she Life in Death, They throw their dice for the crew She wins the mariner and he belongs to her now. Then...crew one by one they drop down dead, two hundred men She...she, Life in Death. She lets him live, her chosen one.
"One after one by the star dogged moon, too quick for groan or sigh each turned his face with a ghastly pang and cursed me with his eye four times fifty living men (and I heard nor sigh nor groan) with heavy thump, a lifeless lump, they dropped down one by one."
The curse it lives on in their eyes The mariner he wished he'd die Along with the sea creatures But they lived on, so did he.
And by the light of the moon He prays for their beauty not doom With heart he blesses them God's creatures all of them too.
Then the spell starts to break The albatross falls from his neck Sinks down like lead into the sea Then down in falls comes the rain.
Hear the groans of the long dead seamen See them stir and they start to rise Bodies lifted by good spirits None of them speak and they're lifelesss in their eyes
And revenge is still sought, penance starts again Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.
Now the curse is finally lifted And the mariner sights his home spirits go from the long dead bodies Form their own light and the mariner's left alone.
And then a boat came sailing towards him It was a joy he could not believe The pilot's boat, his son and the hermit, Penance of life will fall onto him.
And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea And the hermit shrieves the mariner of his sins.
The mariner's bound to tell of his story To tell this tale wherever he goes To teach God's word by his own example That we must love all things that God made.
And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man And the tale goes on and on and on.
There is only one kind of music, and that is Jazz, and Poland has some very great Jazz music. Most of you will not know what great music is Jazz until you get older, and grow up, and Jazz lives on forever.
Situated in north-eastern Poland and flanked by three scenic lakes, Augustow is one of the winners of Swiss Tourism Awards for destinations which make outstanding use of their natural, historical, cultural and other attractions.
The jury of the Swiss International Holiday Exhibition, which has just ended in Lugano, gave Augustow the top place in the Water City category.
The city can now officially call itself Venice of the North. The organizers were impressed by its efforts to promote its natural attractions - lakes, rivers as well as Augustow Forest – which offer ideal conditions for water sports and other forms of rest and recreation.
The city prides itself on also on the Augustow Canal, a feat of 19th century water engineering, which won the Golden Certificate of the Polish Tourist Organization this year.
The prestigious Lugano fair attracted participants from almost all countries of the world. Alongside Augustow, Poland was represented by the historic city of Krakow, Olsztyn and Lodz.