Casualty (Seamus Heaney Poem)
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea, Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee When from Torino's track I saw ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
As he passed by me all of us joyful jockeying for position as the palms waved shouting hosanna to the ...
Carrying their dirty cloaks the mud, the dust of the road after the procession Christ in the city hosannas to ...
My throat thick, my nostrils full the smell of their burning on my skin palms of the festival, of the ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
To every man His treehouse, A green splice in the humping years, Spartan with narrow cot And prickly door. To ...
Oval mirror of the sea, age-warped isle waved and cloudy, each angle crystalline and salty. my lens into reality. Point ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the ...
'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- To re-endure a Day -- We thought the Mighty Funeral -- ...
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak When they had sacrificed a man; But though the ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady!" Fast rode ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
To be a great musician you must be a man of moods, You have to be, to understand sonatas and ...
1 The chestnut steed stood by the gate His noble master's will to wait, The woody park so green and ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Peter's not friendly. He gives me sideways looks. The architecture is far from reassuring. I feel uneasy. A pity,â?"the interview ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
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