I Remember, I Remember (Philip Larkin Poem)
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
The tall camels of the spirit Steer for their deserts, passing the last groves loud With the sawmill shrill of ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
You go up the long track That will take a car, but is best walked On slow foot, noting the ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
The gipsy tents are on the down, The gipsy girls are here; And it's O to be off and away ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Should you preserve white mice in honey Don't use imported ones from China, For though they cost you less in ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
Friends of humanity, of high and low degree, I pray ye all come listen to me; And truly I will ...
There's a gypsy wind across the harvest land, Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand; Where cloud ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
I sought for my happiness over the world, Oh, eager and far was my quest; I sought it on mountain ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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