Autobiography At An Air-Station (Philip Larkin Poem)
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the ...
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
This valley wood is pledged To the set shape of things, And reasonably hedged: Here are no harpies fledged, No ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me ...
Long I followed happy guides,- I could never reach their sides. Their step is forth, and, ere the day, Breaks ...
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words That ...
I went to thank Her -- But She Slept -- Her Bed -- a funneled Stone -- With Nosegays at ...
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
In measured verse I'll now rehearse The charms of lovely Anna: And, first, her mind is unconfined Like any vast ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Truly My Satan thou art but a Dunce And dost not know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was ...
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time. Who countest the steps of the Sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
To the Lord Fairfax. See how the arched Earth does here Rise in a perfect Hemisphere! The stiffest Compass could ...
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