XXXVI: Revolution (A E Housman Poems)
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,Spectres and fears, the nightmare ...
West and away the wheels of darkness roll, Day's beamy banner up the east is borne,Spectres and fears, the nightmare ...
How tender-mad the little meadows lie!The wobbling lambs are tasting milky weeds, The tipsy treesAre leaned like foam on green, ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
Goodbye, lady in Bangor, who sent me snapshots of yourself, after definitely hinting you were beautiful; goodbye, Miami Beach urologist, ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
let's all go to the party friends where left over bottles and stale fag-ends are proudly on offer from the ...
Feet and faces tingle In that frore land: Legs wobble and go wingle, You scarce can stand. The skies are ...
Your were my first time. The first time I found ecstasy. Our bodies joined, As our hearts have been for ...
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
"Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day" The words of the song in Tauber's mellifluous tenor Haunt ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I am not a native of this palce.(Yosimasu G.) nor yet a stranger. With the rst of you I hunt ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
There is something about a Martini, A tingle remarkably pleasant; A yellow, a mellow Martini; I wish I had one ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? This is ...
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