The God Called Poetry (Robert Graves Poems)
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
Now I begin to know at last,These nights when I sit down to rhyme,The form and measure of that vastGod ...
Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, With bread and beef did fill 'em,Now John and Ned are perished and dead, But plenty ...
My familiar ghost again Comes to see what he can see, Critic, son of Conscious Brain, Spying on our privacy. ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
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