Home Is So Sad (Philip Larkin Poem)
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
the sky sinks its blue teeth into the mountains. Rising on pure will (the lurch & lift-off, the sudden swing ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
You who desired so much--in vain to ask-- Yet fed you hunger like an endless task, Dared dignify the labor, ...
When once the sun sinks in the west, And dewdrops pearl the evening's breast; Almost as pale as moonbeams are, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : 'tis too late they went astray. C. I have ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...
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