June Thunder (Louis MacNeice Poems)
The Junes were free and full, driving through tinyRoads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,Through fields of mustard and under boldly ...
The Junes were free and full, driving through tinyRoads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,Through fields of mustard and under boldly ...
Aye, have we not felt it and known,Ere Science proclaimed it her own,That form is but visible tone?Behold, where in ...
COUCHED in cool shadow, girt by billowy swells,Of foliage, rippling into buds and flowers,Here I repose o'erfanned by breezy bowers,--Lulled ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a senseOf honour-shaded thought,-- ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
I know a village in a far-off landWhere from a sunny, mountain-girdled plainWith tinted walls a space on either handAnd ...
IEnter these enchanted woods,You who dare.Nothing harms beneath the leavesMore than waves a swimmer cleaves.Toss your heart up with the ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
There stands a singer in the street, He has an audience motley and meet; Above him lowers the London night, ...
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
Like an azure vein from the heart of the main, Pulsing with joy for ever, By verdurous Isles, with dimpled ...
PAST the town's clamour is a garden full Of loneness and old greenery; at noon When birds are hush'd, save ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense Of honour-shaded thought,--an ...
An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
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