Triple Time (Philip Larkin Poem)
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
This empty street, this sky to blandness scoured, This air, a little indistinct with autumn Like a reflection, constitute the ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters brood Of sullen ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
'Te somnia nostra reducunt.' OVID. And ask ye why these sad tears stream? Why these wan eyes are dim with ...
Now the November skies, And the clouds that are thin and gray, That drop with the wind away; A flood ...
I Once, when a boy, I killed a cat. I guess it's just because of that A cat evokes my ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's "That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, "For thee my faithful ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
HAIL! GODDESS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
At first you will know not what they mean, And you may never know, And we may never tell you: ...
She bade me follow to her garden where The mellow sunlight stood as in a cup Between the old grey ...
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