Offering (Kenneth Allott Poems)
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
I offer you my forests and my street-criesWith hands of double-patience under the clock,The antiseptic arguments and liesUttered before the ...
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer ...
The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He's but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind,But the soul ...
As two young bears, in wanton mood,Forth issuing from a neighbouring wood,Came where th' industrious bees had stor'd,In artful cells, ...
Oh servant Henry lectured tillthe crows commenced and thenhe bulbed his voice & lectured on some more.This happened again & ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
"Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound,We stumbled on a stationary voice,And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from the palace' ...
Woe to the House of Breffni, and to Red O'Ruark woe! Woe to us all in Erinn for the shame ...
With nice observance of the rulesAnd precepts of the pastoral schools,A shepherdess, as fair as pure, ,Beneath a hedgerow sat ...
Things mostly happen for the best.However hard it seems to-day,When some fond plan has gone astrayOr what you've wished for ...
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
I met Jack Ellis in town to-day -- Jack Ellis -- my old mate, Jack -- Ten years ago, from ...
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
Oh servant Henry lectured till the crows commenced and then he bulbed his voice & lectured on some more. This ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
I have longed to move away From the hissing of the spent lie And the old terrors' continual cry Growing ...
Oh ye whose hearts are resonant, and ring to War's romance, Hear ye the story of a boy, a peasant ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
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