I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls (Patrick Barrington Poems)
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,I made quite a pile in a ...
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,I made quite a pile in a ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as naturalAs the small tuber that feeds on muckAnd grows slowly from obtuse soilTo the ...
Where am I now? And whatAm I to say portends?Death is but death, and notThe most obtuse of ends.No matter ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
GOATS go past the back of the house like dry leaves in the dawn,And up the hill like a ...
When London's fatal bills were blown abroadAnd few but Specters travel'd on the road,Not towns but men in the black ...
IA pleasant golden light fills all the chamber where I sit,the amber curtains close are drawn, and shadows o'er then ...
Begotten by the meeting of rock with rock, The mating of rock and rock, rocks gnashing together; Created so, and ...
In Mem. L. N. L. Ob. MCMXXXIINoble beyond degreeIn a democracy:Slight woman whose spent graceBanishes their visionTo the thin trackless ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Four books of sheep, timid, unsure followers fearful and obtuse about the incredible journey their role, these fishers of men ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The whole process is a lie, unless, crowned by excess, It break forcefully, one way or another, from its confinement- ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
'Listen, now, verse should be as natural As the small tuber that feeds on muck And grows slowly from obtuse ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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