The School (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned. Hearing the music that they made of Greek, Whenever Helen's unforgotten face Sent other young ...
I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned. Hearing the music that they made of Greek, Whenever Helen's unforgotten face Sent other young ...
A year hence may the grass that wavesO'er English men in Flemish graves,Coating this clay with green of peaceAnd softness ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he seesThe soft blue starlight through the one small window,The moon above black ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
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