April Dusk (Patrick Kavanagh Poems)
April dusk It is tragic to be a poet now And not a lover Paradised under the mutest bough. I look through my window ...
April dusk It is tragic to be a poet now And not a lover Paradised under the mutest bough. I look through my window ...
The royal Wan now rests on high, Enshrined in brightness of the sky. Chow as a state had long been ...
The arm of Woo was full of might; None could his fire withstand; And Ching and K'ang stood forth ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
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