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The historic and universal love of
tea has produced an extraordinarily long list of
‘notable quotes’. A recent visitor to this store sent in an
original tea poem expressing her love of tea. It seemed an excellent time to
share her tea poetry as well as
tea quotes enjoyed over the years. If you have a favorite tea quote that you don't see here and you'd like to share, . We'd
love to hear from you. If your original "Tea Poetry" is accepted you will be
given kudos for the contribution.
-Oh tea
-flavorful tea
-black,green,white or red
-at daytime or bed
-it feeds my head
-will drink til I'm dead
-oh tea!
Kudos to visitor Michele
There is a great
deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson,
Letters and Social Aims
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
~Henry
Fielding, "Love in Several Masques"
I always fear that creation will expire before teatime.
~Sidney Smith
A Loving Recipe for a Perfect Cup of Tea
Anonymous
1 Willing friend who loves to sit and share
1 Grateful heart to have a friend that cares
1 Beautiful garden to show us God is near
Many wonderful memories of times shared throughout the years
Lots of smiles and laughter to brighten up our days
Many prayers that we prayed for each other along the way
I'm so blessed to have a friend like you to share in everything I do. For one special friend sharing a special cup of tea truly makes this a perfect recipe.
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Tea is a cup of life. ~Author Unknown
There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea. ~Bernard-Paul Heroux
Another novelty is the tea-party, an extraordinary meal in that, being offered to persons that have already dined well, it supposes neither appetite nor thirst, and has no object but distraction, no basis but delicate enjoyment. ~Jean-Anthelme Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology of Taste
If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty. ~Japanese Proverb
Remember the tea kettle - it is always up to its neck in hot water, yet it still sings! ~Author Unknown
We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.
~Rudyard Kipling
Have Your Heard This Song?
My little granddaughter attends a British school. While visiting her, she sang a song for me that she learned in school. She wasn't sure she remembered all the words, but this is what she could remember. If there are missing or incorrect lines, we would love to hear the song as you remember it.
Granny came to our house,
She wasn't very well.
She had to stay in bed and rest her knee.
20 times a day you could hear my granny say,
Bring me up a nice hot cup of tea.
And I go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,
Here's your tea!
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Many thanks to Connie B for forwarding to us this nostalgic poetry:
Small and Early
By Tudor Jenks
WHEN Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;
Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.
She poured out nothing, very fast,—the tea-pot tipped on high,
And in the bowl found sugar lumps unseen by my dull eye.
She added rich (pretended) cream—it seemed a wilful waste,
For though she overflowed the cup, it did not change the taste.
She asked, “Take milk?” or “Sugar?” and though I answered, “No,”
She put them in, and told me that I “must take it so!”
She ’d say “Another cup, Papa?” and I, “No, thank you, Ma’am,”
But then I had to take it—her courtesy was sham.
Still, being neither green, nor black, nor English-breakfast tea,
It did not give her guests the “nerves”—whatever those may be.
Though often I upset my cup, she only minded when
I would mistake the empty cups for those she ’d filled again.
She tasted my cup gingerly, for fear I ’d burn my tongue;
Indeed, she really hurt my pride—she made me feel so young.
I must have drunk some twoscore cups, and Dorothy sixteen,
Allowing only needful time to pour them, in between.
We stirred with massive pewter spoons, and sipped in courtly ease,
With all the ceremony of the stately Japanese.
At length she put the cups away. “Goodnight, Papa,” she said;
And I went to a real tea, and Dorothy to bed.
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