Cornish Cliffs (John Betjeman Poem)
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
Encase your legs in nylons, Bestride your hills with pylons O age without a soul; Away with gentle willows And ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
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