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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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The last pit ponies, Wheldale colliery, 1972. The Ponies Wilfred Gibson During the strike, the ponies were brought up From their snug... -
Did Not Thomas Moore 'Twas a new feeling - something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in ... -
Cat J.R.R. Tolkien The fat cat on the mat may seem to dream of nice mice that suffice for him, or cream: but he is free maybe walks in thoug... -
Sad Story of a Motor Fan H. A. Field Young Ethelred was only three Or somewhere thereabouts, when he Began to show in divers ways The... -
Part of Plenty Bernard Spencer When she carries food to the table and stoops down - Doing this out of love - and lays soup with its... -
Robin Redbreast William Allingham Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, ... -
Dedicated to someone with no sense of direction... No Sense of Direction Vernon Scannell I have always admired Those who are sure W... -
End of Another Home Holiday D. H. Lawrence When shall I see the half-moon sink again Behind the black sycamore at the end of the gar... -
Follower Seamus Heaney My father worked with a horse-plough, His shoulders globed like a full sail strung Between the shafts and t... -
I Praise The Tender Flower Robert Bridges I praise the tender flower, That on a mournful day Bloomed in my garden bower And made...