The Whitsun Weddings (Philip Larkin Poem)
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Call it a good marriage - For no one ever questioned Her warmth, his masculinity, Their interlocking views; Except one ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,-- "Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
As I walked down the waterside This silent morning, wet and dark; Before the cocks in farmyards crowed, Before the ...
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
Halls grew darker and somehow faded. Grates of windows drowned in black. Every knight, every beautiful lady Knew the tiding: ...
Old Archibald, in his eternal chair, Where trespassers, whatever their degree, Were soon frowned out again, was looking off Across ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Cloe ...
The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name: Euphelia serves to grace my measure; But Cloe ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Through seas of dreams and seas of phantasies, Through seas of solitudes and vacancies, And through my Self, the deepest ...
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