Category Archives: Poetry

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal: Alfred Lord Tennyson

Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font; The firefly wakens, waken thou with me. Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost, … Continue reading

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To His Coy Mistress: Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by … Continue reading

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The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd: Sir Walter Ralegh

If all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and … Continue reading

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Come live with me and be my love: Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountains yields. There we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed … Continue reading

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O Tell Me the Truth About Love: W.H. Auden

Some say love’s a little boy, And some say it’s a bird, Some say it makes the world go around, Some say that’s absurd, And when I asked the man next-door, Who looked as if he knew, His wife got … Continue reading

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Funeral Blues: W H Auden

There are many readings of this on You Tube, but I think my favourite is this scene from ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral‘. Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, … Continue reading

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The Secret Town: Ogden Nash

There is a town within a town, Where my true love walks alone, And green, oh, meadow green, is her gown, And daffodil gold her shoon. Unto that silent,` secret place, No street, no alley, leads. A town without a … Continue reading

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Pagett M P: Rudyard Kipling

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where eath tooth-point goes. The butterfly upon the road Preaches contentment to that toad. Pagett, M.P., was a liar, and a fluent liar therewith — He spoke of the heat of India as … Continue reading

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The Lady’s Yes: Elizabeth Barrett Browning

” Yes !” I answered you last night ; ” No !” this morning, Sir, I say ! Colours, seen by candle-light, Will not look the same by day. When the tabors played their best, Lamps above, and laughs below … Continue reading

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Godolphin Horne: Hilaire Belloc

Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters where His Father lived, in Berkeley Square. And oh! the Lad was Deathly Proud! He never shook your Hand or Bowed, But … Continue reading

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