Love, We Must Part Now (Philip Larkin Poem)
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
Here come I to my own again, Fed, forgiven and known again, Claimed by bone of my bone again And ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
1 They bade me cast the thing away, 2 They pointed to my hands all bleeding, 3 They listened not ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
Hanging on the tree, empty the fruits of last autumn the cones hanging husks upon the branches under the limbs ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace In this licentious day, And while they boast they see Thy face, They turn ...
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
A father's pride I used to know, A mother's love was mine; For swinish husks I let them go, And ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height, O'erseeing all that man but undersees; To loiter down lone alleys of delight, ...
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