Christmas (John Betjeman Poem)
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Let us suppose, valleys & such ago, one pal unwinding from his labours in one bar of Chicago and this ...
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
A spot of poontang on a five-foot piece, Diminutive, but room enough . . like clay To finger eager on ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
HIS face with smile eternal drest, Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's, High as they hang with creaking din, ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
THE NIGHT was still, and o'er the hill The moon shone on the castle wa'; The mavis sang, while dew-drops ...
About the size of an old-style dollar bill, American or Canadian, mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
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