Blogging Practice

So let's post some pictures of our sunny and hot backyard:

Tulip poplar, swing, jungle.

This is what some Byron text will look like, along side a photo:

Summer flowers

Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart?

When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled,

And then we parted,—not as now we part,

But with a hope. —

                                    Awaking with a start,

The waters heave around me; and on high

The winds lift up their voices:  I depart,

Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by,

When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. 




 That isn't perfect, because the Spenserian stanza has a final line with an extra iambic foot--that is, it is an alexandrine, which the space doesn't quite accommodate. Alas. I need to do some adjusting, but let's take a look now.