Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
Nothing so much as a beautiful exposed skeleton, standing tall, all erect so were the stately trees, going down the ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran ...
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face -- Frigid and fleet my Feet -- Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever ...
A shady friend -- for Torrid days -- Is easier to find -- Than one of higher temperature For Frigid ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
From torrid heat to frigid cold I've rovered land and sea; And now, with halting heart I hold My grandchild ...
The daughter of the village Maire Is very fresh and very fair, A dazzling eyeful; She throws upon me such ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
I test my bath before I sit, And I'm always moved to wonderment That what chills the finger not a ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Her man, A wild dark love song Borne deep within her gypsy soul He's gone to live in jagged mountains ...
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