Mr Bleaney (Philip Larkin Poem)
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
'This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.' Flowered ...
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is ...
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale ...
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered ...
Canadian Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn-- But Tubal got him a ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
I hoed and trenched and weeded, And took the flowers to fair: I brought them home unheeded; The hue was ...
Live, live with me, and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee: What sweets the country can afford ...
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
The palms requested gathered from their homes coming back to church for another yearly reminder the palms of the prior ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
What body can be ploughed, Sown, and broken yearly? But she would not die, she vowed, But she has, nearly. ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But ...
This is just a place: we go around, distanced, yearly in a star's atmosphere, turning daily into and out of ...
ADIEU! a heart-warm fond adieu; Dear brothers of the mystic tie! Ye favourèd, enlighten'd few, Companions of my social joy; ...
Monday, March 13, 1826 The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing, For plaudits and laughs, the good ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Here is a wound that never will heal, I know, Being wrought not of a dearness and a death, But ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
THE leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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