Trebetherick (John Betjeman Poem)
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Oh would I could subdue the flesh Which sadly troubles me! And then perhaps could view the flesh As though ...
Whene'er I feed the barnyard folk My gentle soul is vexed; My sensibilities are torn And I am sore perplexed. ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the morn And I watch lonely, drearily - So ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
This youth too long has heard the break Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
His mother goes. The mother comes & goes. Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then that dragoner's mother ...
ANDROMACHE, I think of you! The stream, The poor, sad mirror where in bygone days Shone all the majesty of ...
To bear a weight that cannot be borne, Sisyphus, even you aren't that strong, Although your heart cannot be torn ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
at seventeen was i, so old so young. and it was there i first met war. i saw their broken ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us, The hours go silently over our lifted faces, We are ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
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