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Sir John Betjeman Betjeman’s poems are often humorous, and in broadcasting he exploited his bumbling and fogeyish image. His wryly comic verse is accessible and has attracted a great following for its satirical and observant grace. . . John Betjeman From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia Sir John Betjeman CBE Betjeman in 1961 Poet Laureate of Read More …
Spring Offensive By Wilfred Owen Read “Spring Offensive” by Wilfred Owen on Genius . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . .
Mandalay by Rudyard Kipling By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, and I know she thinks o’ me;For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:“Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!”Come you back to Mandalay, Where the old Flotilla lay:Can’t Read More …
Ode To Melancholy by John Keats No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twistWolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kissedBy nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine;Make not your rosary of yew-berries,Nor let the beetle nor the death-moth beYour mournful Psyche, nor the downy owlA partner in your sorrow’s mysteries;For shade Read More …
No man is an island,Entire of itself,Every man is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manor of thy friend’sOr of thine own were:Any man’s death diminishes me,Because I am involved in Read More …
She Walks In Beauty by George Gordon, Lord Byron She walks in Beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich Heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impaired the Read More …
Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,Till on the haunting flares we turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even Read More …
Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the Read More …
If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or, Read More …
Youtube Videos We Must Get Home We must get home! How could we stray like this?– So far from home, we know not where it is,– Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place Of children’s faces–and the mother’s face– We dimly dream it, till the vision clears Even in the eyes of fancy, glad with tears. Read More …