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 ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
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