Dockery And Son (Philip Larkin Poem)
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
'Dockery was junior to you, Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.' Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do ...
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
"Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that mock the hyacinthine bell." Blue! 'Tis the life of heaven,-the domain Of ...
Fear might come when you lie at night, Scared of things, that is not in sight. ***** Some fears are ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
1842 I As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
These quiet Autumn days, My soul, like Noah's dove, on airy wings Goes out and searches for the hidden things ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
SOFT is the balmy breath of May, When from the op'ning lids of day Meek twilight steals; and from its ...
On the low margin of a murm'ring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
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