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 ...
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
The world needing to hear to taste the kingdom more yeast to be added more water, more flour so that ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
This morning I dreamed I followed Widely spaced bells, ringing in the wind, And climbed through mists to rosy clouds. ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
NOT thine where marble-still and white Old statues share the tempered light And mock the uneven modern flight, But in ...
Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine, To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep; In tears, the myrtle and ...
DAME DOWSON, was a granny grey, Who, three score years and ten, Had pass'd her busy hours away, In talking ...
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times ...
Life, come to me in no pale guise and ashen, I care not for thee in such placid fashion! I ...
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