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 ...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
In pride of wit when high desire of fame Gave life and courage to my laboring pen, And first the ...
She's all my fancy painted him (I make no idle boast); If he or you had lost a limb, Which ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
WHAT domination of what darkness dies this hour, And through what new, rejoicing, winged, ethereal power O'erthrown, the cells opened, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
A vine from noblest lineage sprung And with the choicest clusters hung, In purple rob'd, reclining lay, And catch'd the ...
His Spirit in smoke ascended to high heaven. His father, by the cruelest way of pain, Had bidden him to ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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