The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Darley to HeaneyJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 476 pages |
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Page 133
... birds that hate the jay Flock within stone's throw , glad their foe is hurt : Put case such pipe could prattle and boast forsooth " I catch the birds , I am the crafty thing , " I make the cry my maker cannot make " With his great round ...
... birds that hate the jay Flock within stone's throw , glad their foe is hurt : Put case such pipe could prattle and boast forsooth " I catch the birds , I am the crafty thing , " I make the cry my maker cannot make " With his great round ...
Page 196
... birds were flying overhead— There were no birds to fly . The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand : They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand : If this were only cleared away , " They said , ' it would be ...
... birds were flying overhead— There were no birds to fly . The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand : They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand : If this were only cleared away , " They said , ' it would be ...
Page 446
... birds hovering Over estuaries , of glass being spun for huge domes . I remember a walk when you showed me A tablet to Burton who took his own life . You seem close to fragility yet have A steel - like strength . You help junkies , You ...
... birds hovering Over estuaries , of glass being spun for huge domes . I remember a walk when you showed me A tablet to Burton who took his own life . You seem close to fragility yet have A steel - like strength . You help junkies , You ...
Contents
GEORGE DARLEY 17951846 | 1 |
The Wife ALost | 31 |
JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN 18031849 | 40 |
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