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 ...
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
Make no mistake; there will be no forgiveness; No voice can harm you and no hand will save; Fenced by ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
God's love, divine teachings messages for you and me brought from the words on the page love of the creator, ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Extol thee -- could I? Then I will By saying nothing new -- But just the truest truth That thou ...
When Cupid held an auction sale, I hastened to his mart, For I had heard that he would sell The ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
Chorus-O wat ye wha's in yon town, Ye see the e'enin sun upon, The dearest maid's in yon town, That ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson! What heart that feels and will not yield a tear, To think Life's sun did set ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
The truest friends, how few they are. Still time, it seems, must take them far to God knows where and ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
BRAW, braw lads on Yarrow-braes, They rove amang the blooming heather; But Yarrow braes, nor Ettrick shaws Can match the ...
'TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair Friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning- Of all to whom thine absence is the night- The blotting ...
Oh, there once was a lady, and so I've been told, Whose lover grew weary, whose lover grew cold. "My ...
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Forget not the field where they perish'd, The truest, the last of the brave, All gone -- and the bright ...
In the morning of life, when its cares are unknown, And its pleasures in all their new lustre begin, When ...
ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame! 'Tis to commend her, but to name. Courtship which, living, she declined, When ...
In long gone years a fox and crane Were bound in friendship's golden chain; Whene'er they met, the fox would ...
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