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- Beautiful Piano Music to Make Your Feel Cosy and Warm When Loneliness Comes Knocking
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Hello my lovelies!
Here’s a new autumnal melody for you called ‘Elusive Gold’.
Today I’d like to share with you a short but meaningful poem by Robert Frost called ‘Nothing Gold Can Stay’:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
*_What do you think, my dears, this poem is about? Also, if you’d like to share your favourite autumnal poem, feel free to do so in the comment section!_*
❤❤❤Great poem
I am so touched by this poem,thank you for writing it and touching music
ممکن است شما در منزل گلدانی داشته باشید و شیفته آن شوید،اما قدم به حیاط گذاشته و عاشق شکوفه های درخت گیلاس شوید،ممکن است به کنار رودخانه ای در بیشه ای بروید و عاشق منظره آنجا شوید،عشق بستگی دارد شما کجا ایستاده اید،این عشق بیرونی باشد مثل یار و منظره و لذت،یا این عشق درونی باشد مانند پروردگار،❤،وقتی روحی که از خداوند بزرگ در ما دمیده شده که می‌تواند به وسعت همان پرودگار باشد را در افراد و اشیا و طبیعت محدود میکنیم ،افسرده می‌شویم، روح ما ابدی است پس طبیعت زمین افراد فانی این تشنگی را برطرف نمیکند،راهی که به خداوند ختم نشود حتما به تاریکی ختم میشود،شما در کدام راه ایستاده اید؟شما چه میخواهید؟آیا جاودانگی روح خود را در شکوفه ای لرزان می‌گویید یا در شجاعت سربازان جنگ که به سوی شرافت و جاودانگی می‌دویدند؟آیا عظمت روح خود را در جهان فانی محدود میکنید مثل دریایی که میخواد در فنجانی فشرده شود؟شما چه میخواهید؟
this is the essence of decay.
Your poem reflects on time, entropy and life's flow. The observer longs for the impossible, just a moment more, to realise their life's unfound purpose.
After so many years on this earth, the only thing I yearn for is peace.
Wise men still seek Him . Jesus . A peace beyond all understanding .
@@richdorak1547 Wise men know he was made up. Peace is found outside of religion.
@@DalionHeartTTV religion saves no one . Only Jesus can save . The wise and foolish alike will get to meet Him one day . He's no myth. The idea that man can fix the mess we've made here is the biggest myth of today. Just look around. God bless you.
@@richdorak1547 Jesus is a fiction character made by a religion. Fictional characters save no one.
@@DalionHeartTTV The good news is that the church is full of former skeptics.
I would love to live there.
Me too❤❤❤❤
Me too
Looks ritzy, like they serve Grey Poupon there.
This is more evocative, more captivating than what Hollywood is putting out nowadays.
I wish I was driving up the driveway and walking into this beautiful home. But before I walk in, I take a quick pause and admire the beauty the Autumnal leaves provide, take a whiff of cool misty autumn air. I walk in take my raincoat off and….
This is so beautiful and warms my soul! Although it will be gone in what seems in a blink of an eye, I cherish every brisk morning, all golden, orange and red leaves 🍂🍁 and all things pumpkin and spice and everything nice!🎃
We are going to have a great summer, and a great end of summer, and a great fall and winter!!!
Good evening everyone..such lovely rain...such lovely music..as for the poem, i think it means nothing beautiful stays forever...and it's true..❤
This music is so beautiful, and the raindrop sound effects in the background makes me want to curl up next to the fireplace.
Stunning. Just beautiful. I wish I were there. Maybe that's heaven
I hope you are right
The melody is beautiful sometimes those melody's take u to a point that u have to say what I really have inside of you and I like that
Your poems,music, and pictures always let me absorbed into them, so lucky to come into your channel! When l feel lonely,sad ,angry, or stressed, listen to the music,when I busy working, I listen to your music. It helps a lot to refuce my stress and get calm and comfort ……thank you!❤❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹🌹
These stone houses are wonderfully executed well done. There is a house similar near here called foxdenton hall that would fit right in.
Yes. It would, wouldn't it! There are some townhouses in Buxton that would too.
Such interesting houses. Makes you want to see the inside.
So many beautiful houses and none of them belong to me. I am sad and longing for what I am not allowed to have.😪
Darum " Marina in Sehnsucht "
Definitely💔💔
I wish we could actually own the places we see in the photos.🥀
Dreaming hurts after a while...😢🥺💔
@@moonlight00012 Hello "moonlight" yes I agree. I often dream while watching RU's videos. Today I thought: "Again these particularly beautiful houses and the romantic surroundings with lake/water and avenues. Once again you realize all too clearly what you are missing."
But I also thought it would be nice to have some variety. A completely different kind of video.
As we know from RU.🤗
I don't want to be sad when I watch. Today I was.
@@marinainsehnsucht yes i agree😇
Sometimes I feel like I'm missing natural beauties.🦋💗
But anyway I believe our dreams come true one day.✨️💖
There has been much in life i was not allowed to have. One comes to realize life doesn't always play by the rules & isn't always just & fair. I have accepted my melancholy as a personality trait & a part of my complete being. Wandering through life like wandering an old mansion...searching & finding only empty rooms that once held joy.
@@moonlight00012 Yes, I have hope too.
After all, I don't wish for anything that can't be achieved🌠. Nothing that special. Well, we'll see. In the meantime, we'll enjoy small, beautiful things like these videos that take us to wonderful places and we'll keep dreaming without losing sight of the goal.
By the way, I miss natural beauty too. Everything is so deceitful, so artificial. People are constantly trying to make us understand how we should look and dress and how we should live if we want to be IN or COOL or HIP. Many are excluded because they don't go along with all that crap.
They are lovable and nice but still not good enough. It starts at school.✨🏡🍂🍁🥀🥀🥀💚
Good 🌹 Night Regnum!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Умиротворение❤
Good night 🙏😊❤️
Himmlische Herbststimmung 🖤🎶😌👌
What a beautiful music piece. I wish There were there feeling the rain, and being present in nature’s beautiful trees, and foliage. I could listen to this all day
I have searched for days for a soft calming piano video with nature ambience. I finally found the perfect music 💚🌾
There's always room for a bit of fantasy no matter what one's regular day to day is made of . This channel makes it very easy . Thank you.
Я тоже люблю музыку. Симфоническую, джаз, или рок обработке.
This music is so beautiful and relaxing to listen to ❤
This says everything my soul is yearning for
I love this cozy little street and houses with the sound of rain. Autumn is such a beautiful time of year , it's the beginning of the end of our year . A time of reflection. So we may begin to look forward too the coming year and begin to make changes in our lives if we too. Happy Holidays everyone. 😊❤
Another lovely work!
Wonderful ephemeral moment. Just a dream
What a beautiful place,,,,,,,only in my dreams
The first building was uncannily like part of the University I used to go to, even down to the trees and leaves in the ground, it used to be a Manor House. It was beautiful with carved oak staircase and beautiful mouldings and cornices. Sadly it burned down and was later demolished.
These images are lovely! There are many buildings like this around here, in the Derbyshire Peak District! Mind, I've also seen similar in Yorkshire too!
Coupled with this music, perfect. Thanks for sharing this!
🍂🌲Absolute AUTUMNAL SPLENDOR 🍂 The visuals, the music, the soft rain.... even the decimal is perfection. No to sharp note or pitch. Its absolutely fabulous!!! Well done !
Я не знаю, может быть это предместье Лондона. Или Оксфорд.
Thank you
Ps:i dont have autumnal poem...but its ok because poetic is autumn in itself...so i just breathe it in..specially in October and November..
"poetic is autumn"... you mean Autumn is poetic!
Beautiful streets but how many people actually live in these big houses. It'd be daunting at night
Какие красивые места😊. So beautiful places 😊
I love these romantic places ❤
LOVELY ❤
Waaaw amazing 👌🏼
Hypnotic! I find myself getting lost in these epic tales of a time, between times--not even sure if that makes any sense, and yet--here we are.
Welcome with mind blowing music thank you
Ephimeral dream ...but real for an instant un my mind...😔🖤🥀
Annyira de annyira boldog és hálás vagyok, hogy ma rátaláltam erre a csatornára! Imádom a melankólia érzését. Az elszalasztott lehetőségeket és a mi lett volna ha, érzését juttaja eszembe... 😔
Saudades 🥰
Gorgeous images
I wish I can scream loudly but I can't... I wish I can cry too much, I really need to do that, right now 😢 I don't know why
🙏 sending you much love my friend
@@mommyslifestuff
Sending you much appreciation
Ma'am 🙏🙏🖤🖤🖤
@@WrittenSensation 💗
I know that feeling ❤
@@ilonao8864
Painful 💔
I just have to say that I love you, God
I’m praying for you. 🙏❤️
♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Just wish I was there walking in the rain.
🤫😌😴🖤
✨Simply transpiring🕯️- thank you!!
❣️
Absolutely exquisite and beautiful
Absolutely Stunning!
So calm music,nice new friend
I definitely want this house !! And the music is beautiful ❤
❤Very nice melody
I hope one day I wake up and find myself living in this place and in this era ❤
very comforting!
Thanks!
Thank you so much for your support, it means a lot!
This is one of my favorite poems and I always read it in the fall and winter to my sons while sitting in front of the fireplace. Enjoy!
The Highwayman
By Alfred Noyes
PART ONE
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.
Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say-
“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”
He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
PART TWO
He did not come in the dawning. He did not come at noon;
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching-
Marching-marching-
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window;
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say-
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!
The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain.
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding-
Riding-riding-
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.
Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him-with her death.
He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.
. . .
And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding-
Riding-riding-
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.
Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
I just had a J and it’s kicked in,but this video really helped with me relaxing and being wicked chilled.😂
❤ soooo beautiful
I'm early!? Nice!
I cannot stop listening to this!! Will it be on spotify? Thank you!!
Thank you, and it will, in a week or so
legit awesome
❤️🔥🙏
Thank you as always for the music also the images of the houses they look very nice and again what do you wrote 👍🏻
💜
September is Piano Minth
🔥🎵🍂🎼🍁🎶♥️
Admin🙏 please. We want spooky and horror music#. Let it be a dark place full of vampires✌
Watching these statuary buildings in the rain, as I've done thousands 17:46 of times, I feel locked out, almost an intruder. A tourists on somebody else's street. It's a tiresome feeling...
Is this a real place or an ai image? Either way, very lovely.
Looks like Germany
La musica bien me gusta,pero la pantalla cambiando tambien me gusta .¡ Menudas casas,nunca vivire alli !
Lo de la pantalla es cosa tuya ?
Bien saludos
giving Old Money Church Money 💅🏻
I'm a woman too, and I live in New York and I can get by and live in Norway. Lol I'm gay and quell a homme and I'm ok!
I used to love your channel, today I unsubscribed because there are too many Ads destroying good relaxing music.
Bro why are there so many loneliness fetish videos on internet? Is this a new trend to look cool?
I know you don't care but I'm not ok.
I'm not okay, he said, as he watched the rain.
It pounded out a melancholic rhythm,
To his inner refrain.
The sky poured out its sorrow, and he did the same.
Three words in the dark, three words sum the pain,
Of today, tomorrow, and yesterday.
We're not okay,
But we will be, someday.
Gotta say, this AI is very uncomfortable to watch...
Some still images would be enough for me, honestly.
Tania
Thanks!