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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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Horses Edwin Muir Those lumbering horses in the steady plough, On the bare field - I wonder, why, just now, They seemed terrible, so w... -
The Stranger Robert Nichols Never am I so alone As when I walk among the crowd — Blurred masks of stern or grinning stone, Unmean... -
As Sweet Wendy Cope It's all because we're so alike Twin souls, we two. We smile at the expression, yes, And know it's tr... -
The Cragsman Geoffrey Winthrop Young In this short span between my finger tips on the smooth edge and these tense feet cramped to the... -
To The Evening Star William Blake Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy brig... -
Ploughing in the Mist Andrew Young Pulling the shoulder-sack Closer about his neck and back, He called out to his team That stamped... -
The Bells of Heaven Ralph Hodgson 'Twould ring the bells of Heaven The wildest peal for years, If Parson lost his senses And peopl... -
This one is for my old mum, who had to learn this poem off by heart at school. Love you Mum x The Donkey GK Chesterton When fishes flew an... -
For Those We've Lost Mine Like an ice-breaker through the Poles, Ever searching for lost souls, We strive to keep death near, F...
