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(The Dry Salvages—presumably les… — is a small group of rocks,… coast of Cape Ann, Massachu… to rhyme with assuages. Groa… I do not know much about gods; but…
There’s a whisper down the line at… When the Night Mail’s ready to de… Saying “Skimble where is Skimble… We must find him or the train can’… All the guards and all the porters…
You’ve read of several kinds of C… And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand their character. You now have learned enough to see
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless… Groan with continual surges;… Make all a desolation. Look… Paint me a cavernous waste shore
April is the cruellest month, bree… Lilacs out of the dead land, mixin… Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelee… The Original Conjuring Cat— (There can be no doubt about that)… Please listen to me and don’t scof… Inventions are off his own bat.
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi… est; caetera fumus—the gondola… palace was there, how charming… goats and monkeys, with such ha… countess passed on until she ca…
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were… of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change… walkers and acrobats They had extensive reputation. Th…
Because I do not hope to turn aga… Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that… I no longer strive to strive towar…
“A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long jou… The ways deep and the weather shar… The very dead of winter.”
Lord, the Roman hyacinths are blo… The winter sun creeps by the snow… The stubborn season has made stand… My life is light, waiting for the… Like a feather on the back of my h…
Apeneck Sweeney spread his knees Letting his arms hang down to laug… The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to maculate giraffe. The circles of the stormy moon
To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wak… And the rhythm that governs the re… the breathing in unison. Of lovers whose bodies smell of ea…
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat,… In fact he was the roughest cat th… From Gravesend up to Oxford he pu… Rejoicing in his title of “The Te… His manners and appearance did not…
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the… His laughter tinkled among the tea… I thought of Fragilion, that shy… And of Priapus in the shrubbery Gaping at the lady in the swing.