The Building (Philip Larkin Poem)
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
I never had a title-deed To my estate. But little heed Eyes give to me, when I walk by My ...
TO skies that were brighter Turned he his prows; To gods that were lighter Made he his vows. The snow-land's ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I -- Three times -- He would not go -- But ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light ...
There's a hush and stillness calm and deep, For the waves have wooed all the winds to sleep In the ...
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Whereas at morning in a Jeweled Crown I bit my fingers and was hard to please, Having shook disaster till ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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