Money (Philip Larkin Poem)
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had ...
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: 'Why do you let me lie here wastefully? I am all you never had ...
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It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
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SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
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Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
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She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
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Westward, hit a low note, for a roarer lost across the Sound but north from Bremerton, hit a way down ...
Darkened his eye, his wild smile disappeared, inapprehensible his studies grew, nourished he less & less his subject body with ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
NO churchman am I for to rail and to write, No statesman nor soldier to plot or to fight, No ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
It's the day of the ram and the head of the year Rosh Ha'Shanah at services I sat next to ...
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