A Subaltern’s Love Song (John Betjeman Poems)
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
SOME have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow. ...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye garden of roses! In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me to the ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
OVER the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave To a speeding wind and a bounding wave-- ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
I TRUTH is within ourselves; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
GO, fetch to me a pint o' wine, And fill it in a silver tassie; That I may drink before ...
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