A to Z around the Library

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is for Newspapers.

Here at the library we have your usual suspects in the newspaper department.
The big ones – Barrons, New York Times, Wall Street Journal.
The local ones – Bergen Record, Star Ledger
Even more local – Cliffside Park Citizen
And one world one – Korean Daily

It’s an odd bunch, but they are here for you to come in and read, while away some time and maybe find something else here at the library. Also if you want to suggest a newspaper from somewhere else in the world, we would consider it.

Bonnie Lesley by Robert Burns

O SAW ye bonnie Lesley
As she gaed o’er the Border?
She ‘s gane, like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther.

To see her is to love her,
And love but her for ever;
For Nature made her what she is,
And ne’er made sic anither!

Thou art a queen, fair Lesley,
Thy subjects we, before thee:
Thou art divine, fair Lesley,
The hearts o’ men adore thee.

The Deil he couldna scaith thee,
Or aught that wad belang thee;
He’d look into thy bonnie face
And say, ‘I canna wrang thee!’

The Powers aboon will tent thee,
Misfortune sha’na steer thee:
Thou’rt like themsel’ sae lovely,
That ill they’ll ne’er let near thee.

Return again, fair Lesley,
Return to Caledonie!
That we may brag we hae a lass
There ‘s nane again sae bonnie!

from Bartleby.com

A to Z Around the Library

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Museum Passes

Who doesn’t love a good museum!? For all of you we have a large collection of passes for all Cliffside Park residents to use year-round.

I’m thrilled to have one for the Frick Collection, the Brookyn Botanical Gardens and the Intrepid!

Closer to home is Imagine That!, Insectropolis and Liberty Hall Museum at Kean University.

To see the complete list and reserve a pass.

Only drawback – Must have a Cliffside Park library card.

Sunday Poem

The Banks o’ Doon by Robert Burns

YE flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu’ o’ care!

Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings upon the bough;
Thou minds me o’ the happy days
When my fause luve was true.

Thou’ll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,
That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
And wistna o’ my fate.

Aft hae I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its luve,
And sae did I o’ mine.

Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose
Upon a morn in June;
And sae I flourish’d on the morn,
And sae was pu’d or’ noon.

Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose
Upon its thorny tree;
But my fause luver staw my rose,
And left the thorn wi’ me.

from Bartleby.com

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LANGUAGE IN THE LIBRARY

Velkommen. Bienvenue. Ceud mile fáilte. Aloha. Witam. Bem-vindos. Bien.

Want to learn more – look no further, the Cliffside Park Library has you covered.

Learn online or on the go with Mango.  Everything from English as a Second Language to Turkish to Korean to Scottish Gaelic.

At the library we also have books and DVDs for learning different languages and if we don’t have it here we can borrow from the BCCLS system.

 

 

Tuesday Poem

Jean by Robert Burns

OF a’ the airts the wind can blaw,
I dearly like the west,
For there the bonnie lassie lives,
The lassie I lo’e best:
There wild woods grow, and rivers row,
And monie a hill between;
But day and night my fancy’s flight
Is ever wi’ my Jean.

I see her in the dewy flowers,
I see her sweet and fair:
I hear her in the tunefu’ birds,
I hear her charm the air:
There ‘s not a bonnie flower that springs
By fountain, shaw, or green;
There ‘s not a bonnie bird that sings,
But minds me o’ my Jean.

from Bartleby.com

Sunday Poem

Hark! the Mavis by Robert Burns

CA’ the yowes to the knowes,
Ca’ them where the heather grows,
Ca’ them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.

Hark! the mavis’ evening sang
Sounding Clouden’s woods amang,
Then a-faulding let us gang,
My bonnie dearie.

We’ll gae down by Clouden side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide
To the moon sae clearly.

Yonder Clouden’s silent towers,
Where at moonshine midnight hours
O’er the dewy bending flowers
Fairies dance sae cheery.

Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Thou’rt to Love and Heaven sae dear,
Nocht of ill may come thee near,
My bonnie dearie.

Fair and lovely as thou art,
Thou hast stown my very heart;
I can die—but canna part,
My bonnie dearie.

While waters wimple to the sea;
While day blinks in the lift sae hie;
Till clay-cauld death shall blin’ my e’e,
Ye shall be my dearie.

Ca’ the yowes to the knowes…

from Bartleby.com

Sunday Poem

206. Song—Clarina, Mistress of my Soul by Robert Burns

CLARINDA, mistres of my soul,
The measur’d time is run!
The wretch beneath the dreary pole
So marks his latest sun.

To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv’d of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?

We part—but by these precious drops,
That fill thy lovely eyes,
No other light shall guide my steps,
Till thy bright beams arise!

She, the fair sun of all her sex,
Has blest my glorious day;
And shall a glimmering planet fix
My worship to its ray?

 

from Bartleby.com