Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
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