The Whitsun Weddings (Philip Larkin Poem)
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
Under the bunker, where the reek of kerosene Prepared the marriage rite, leader and whore, Imperfect kindling even in this ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
AS on the banks o' wandering Nith, Ae smiling simmer morn I stray'd, And traced its bonie howes and haughs, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime, A land unknown to prose or rhyme; Where words ne'er cross't the Muse's ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
Towards the Noel that morte saison (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!) Then when the grey wolves everychone Drink of ...
The hands of the clock were reaching high In an old midtown hotel; I name no name, but its sordid ...
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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