It Is The Sinners’ Dust-Tongued Bell (Dylan Thomas Poems)
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
It is the sinners' dust-tongued bell claps me to churchesWhen, with his torch and hourglass, like a sulpher priest,His beast ...
" When life's glad day is gone, And the sun goes down When we muse all alone As the sun ...
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild,And when, ...
WHAT are we set on earth for? Say, to toil;Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vinesFor all the ...
I. Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Elected Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
You want to know how I spend my time? I walk the front lawn, pretending to be weeding. You ought ...
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
I am weary of lying within the chase When the knights are meeting in market-place. Nay, go not thou to ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
"Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds, Am now ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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