On a Portrait of a Deaf Man (John Betjeman Poem)
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
This is a spray the Bird clung to, Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprung to, ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
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