Sunday Morning (Louis MacNeice Poems)
Down the road someone is practising scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to ...
Down the road someone is practising scales,The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,Man's heart expands to ...
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands ...
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. 1/2 Indian ...
"the cure of souls." Henry James The radiant soda of the seashore fashions Fun, foam and freedom. The sea laves ...
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