Mother, Summer, I (Philip Larkin Poem)
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
FLAG of the heroes who left us their glory, Borne through their battle-fields' thunder and flame, Blazoned in song and ...
What can I tell you that you don't know that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by ...
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
'Twas in the year of 1884, and on Saturday the 20th of September, Which the inhabitants of Dundee will long ...
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