The Faithless Shepherd (Eric Linklater Poems)
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothingTo one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The hoar ...
Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips The days, as through the sunset gates they crowd, And Summer from ...
Trouble brews along the border for the word has got around That blokes an' coves an' coots must mind their ...
About three months ago, when firstUpon our open, unprotectedAnd freezing garden snowstorms burstIn sudden fury, I reflectedThat I would shut ...
Brighter the flowers still grow on him who said, "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever," From out ...
Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:Too many a Sybil girl you lure to makeThe Great Refusal for a ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms; Both equally inspired ...
Give me leave to rail at you, - I ask nothing but my due: To call you false, and then ...
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man, The ...
How shall my animal Whose wizard shape I trace in the cavernous skull, Vessel of abscesses and exultation's shell, Endure ...
When Sorrow, using mine own fire's might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to ...
Love, born in Greece, of late fled from his native place, Forc'd by a tedious proof, that Turkish harden'd heart ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Her tawny eyes are onyx of thoughtlessness, Hardened they are like gems in ancient modesty; Yea, and her mouth's prudent ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
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