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 ...
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears ...
Love, indeed thy strength is mighty Thus, alone, such strife to bear -- Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing -- ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
A girl sang a song in the temple's chorus, About men, tired in alien lands, About the ships that left ...
THERE'S no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in ...
Because God put His adamantine fate Between my sullen heart and its desire, I swore that I would burst the ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Well, I was tired of life; the silly folk, The tiresome noises, all the common things I loved once, crushed ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
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 ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
My soul is dark - Oh! quickly string The harp I yet can brook to hear; And let thy gentle ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
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