An Arundel Tomb (Philip Larkin Poem)
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
so much, truth in the line cut from his words, his musings, a phrase, a thought so real, acknowledged, our ...
If only I were a shock-worker, how well would I live or so my little bit of Russian would say ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
A poem- is just one more scrap of paper that has sailed off the table in a bottle with a ...
"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?" -- Question of the German Chancellor to the British ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Heart, you are restless as a paper scrap That's tossed down dusty pavements by the wind; Saying, "She is most ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
Do you wish the World were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, ...
I ain't the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; ...
In the good old days when the Army's ways were simple and unrefined, With a stock to keep their chins ...
(For Rossana Sironi) You should not have ripped out your image taken from us, from the world, a portion of ...
My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, ...
Wild are my ways, wilder than you think You will find me standing a little left of frame You will ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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