The School In August (Philip Larkin Poem)
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Wild air, world-mothering air, Nestling me everywhere, That each eyelash or hair Girdles; goes home betwixt The fleeciest, frailest-flixed Snowflake; ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence, (Lulling to sad repose ...
O Time! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wound, and slowly thence (Lulling to sad repose ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
I pray to the sunbeam from the window - It is pale, thin, straight. Since morning I have been silent, ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
One song can spark a moment, One flower can wake the dream One tree can start a forest, One bird ...
"There, but for the grace of God, goes." There is a question that I ask, And ask again: What hunger ...
The stranger came from Narromine and made his little joke-- "They say we folks in Narromine are narrow-minded folk. But ...
She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals, Frailer far than snowflakes. ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Strike the gay harp! see the moon is on high, And, as true to her beam as the tides of ...
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