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Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred
When the morning was waking over the warHe put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,The locks yawned loose and a blast blew them wide,He..
© Dylan Thomas
Elegy
Too proud to die; broken and blind he diedThe darkest way, and did not turn away,A cold kind man brave in his narrow prideOn that darkest day, Oh..
© Dylan Thomas
A Process In The Weather Of The Heart
A process in the weather of the heartTurns damp to dry; the golden shotStorms in the freezing tomb.A weather in the quarter of the veinsTurns night..
© Dylan Thomas
A Letter To My Aunt
A Letter To My Aunt Discussing The Correct Approach To Modern PoetryTo you, my aunt, who would exploreThe literary Chankley Bore,The paths are hard..
© Dylan Thomas
Fern Hill
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughsAbout the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,The night above the dingle starry,Time let..
© Dylan Thomas
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
Never until the mankind makingBird beast and flowerFathering and all humbling darknessTells with silence the last light breakingAnd the still hourIs..
© Dylan Thomas
Clown In The Moon
My tears are like the quiet driftOf petals from some magic rose;And all my grief flows from the riftOf unremembered skies and snows.I think, that if..
© Dylan Thomas
A Child's Christmas In Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices..
© Dylan Thomas
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
And death shall have no dominion.Dead man naked they shall be oneWith the man in the wind and the west moon;When their bones are picked clean and the..
© Dylan Thomas
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their..
© Dylan Thomas
Your Brother Has A Falcon
Your brother has a falcon,Your sister has a flower;But what is left for mannikin,Born within a hour?I'll nurse you on my knee, my knee,My own little..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wrens And Robins In The Hedge
Wrens and robins in the hedge,Wrens and robins here and there;Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,Everywhere! C
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Within The Veil
She holds a lily in her hand,Where long ranks of Angels stand,A silver lily for her wand.All her hair falls sweeping down;Her hair that is a golden..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Winter: My Secret
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:Perhaps some day, who knows?But not today; it froze, and blows, and snows,And you're too curious: fie!You want to..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Winter Rain
Every valley drinks,Every dell and hollow;Where the kind rain sinks and sinks,Green of Spring will follow.Yet a lapse of weeksBuds will burst their..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Wife To Husband
Pardon the faults in me,For the love of years ago:Good-bye.I must drift across the sea,I must sink into the snow,I must die.You can bask in this..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Why Did Baby Die?
Why did baby die,Making Father sigh,Mother cry?Flowers, that bloom to die,Make no replyOf ‘why?’But bow and die.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Shall Deliver Me?
God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things?
As violets so be I recluse and sweet,Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare,Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat,Still sweetening wintry air.While..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Who Has Seen The Wind?
Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you.But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I.But..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are
Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,With blades of grass between,Each daisy stands up like a starOut of a sky of green.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
When the cows come home the milk is coming,Honey's made while the bees are humming;Duck and drake on the rushy lake,And the deer live safe in the..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When I Am Dead, My Dearest
When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up
When fishes set umbrellas upIf the rain-drops run,Lizards will want their parasolsTo shade them from the sun.
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
When A Mounting Skylark Sings
When a mounting skylark singsIn the sunlit summer morn,I know that heaven is up on high,And on earth are fields of corn.But when a nightingale..
© Christina Georgina Rossetti