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 ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Hard Rock/ was/ "known not to take no shit From nobody," and he had the scars to prove it: Split ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain -- They are with us like a disease: They worry ...
Down in the mud I lay, Tired out by my long day Of five damned days and nights, Five sleepless ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
It was not when temptation came, Swiftly and blastingly as flame, And seared me white with burning scars; When I ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
We who travel between worlds lose our muscle and bone. I was wheeling a barrow of earth when agony bayoneted ...
'TWAS in the month of December, and in the year l883, That a monster whale came to Dundee, Resolved for ...
Am I failing ? For no longer can I cast A glory round about this head of gold. Glory she ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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