Dublinesque (Philip Larkin Poem)
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
I HAVE loved; for the first time with passion I rave! I then was the servant, but now am the ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept Against my wont. A little child Awoke me as he gently crept And ...
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to ...
I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night" And then reluctant turn -- My flowers raise their pretty lips -- Then ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer's morn -- A flask of Dew -- A Bee or ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
We see it each day in the paper, And know that there's mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Unto seventy years and seven, Hide your double birthright well- You, that are the brat of Heaven And the pampered ...
Here Jack and Tom are paired with Moll and Meg. Curved open to the river-reach is seen A country merry-making ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
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