On A Ruined Farm Near The ‘His Master’s Voice Gramophone Factory’ (George Orwell Poems)
As I stand at the lichened gateWith warring worlds on either hand -To left the black and budless trees,The empty ...
As I stand at the lichened gateWith warring worlds on either hand -To left the black and budless trees,The empty ...
A happy vicar I might have beenTwo hundred years agoTo preach upon eternal doomAnd watch my walnuts grow;But born, alas, ...
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