Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order (John Betjeman Poem)
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another- Let us hold hands and look." She such a ...
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