The Perfect Citizen (A P Herbert Poems)
O perfect citizen (if you exist),Who never make the errors that you might,Neither complacent nor a pessimist,Not apathetic either—but just ...
O perfect citizen (if you exist),Who never make the errors that you might,Neither complacent nor a pessimist,Not apathetic either—but just ...
LET Woman be his creed who would lamentThis modern world of sensual luxury It is her world! Like waves nursed ...
How clear, how lovely bright,How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play;How heaven laughs out with gleeWhere, like a ...
A boat is beating in the breast of the lake. Willows hang over, tickling and kissing Neckline and knuckles and ...
521Endow the Living - with the Tears -You squander on the Dead,And They were Men and Women - now,Around Your ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
HALLO there! A glass! Ha! the draught's truly sweet! If for drink go my shoes, I shall still have my ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women -- ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Straight-spined girl-yes, you of the glinting earrings, amber skin and sinuous hair: what happened? you've no business lunching with sticky ...
Over the green and yellow rice-fields sweep the shadows of the autumn clouds followed by the swift-chasing sun. The bees ...
Yellow makes a play for green among the rows of some poor farmer's field outside the Memphis city limits' northern ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Through Erin's Isle To sport awhile As Love and Valour wander'd, With Wit, the sprite, Whose quiver bright A thousand ...
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