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St. Patrick’s Day By Derek Mahon

St.Patrick’s Day No wise man ever wished to be younger. — Swift 1 Down the long library each marble bust shines unregarded through a shower of dust where a grim ghost paces for exercise in wet weather: nausea, gout, ‘some … Continue reading

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The Landlord’s Tale. Paul Revere’s Ride By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. 2 He said to his friend, … Continue reading

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May-Day By Ralph Waldo Emerson.

In Celebration Of Our May Bank-Holiday Weekend! Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Maketh all things softly smile, Painteth pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths, Whence a smokeless incense breathes. Girls are … Continue reading

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Easter Week By Charles Kingsley

See the land, her Easter keeping, Rises as her Maker rose. Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping, Burst at last from winter snows. Earth with heaven above rejoices; Fields and gardens hail the spring; Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices, … Continue reading

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Lent By George Herbert

Welcome deare feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authoritie, But is compos’d of passion. The Scriptures bid us fast; the Church sayes, now: Give to thy Mother, what thou wouldst allow To ev’ry Corporation. … Continue reading

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Mother, Summer, I By Philip Larkin

For Mothers Everywhere Mother’s Day 26th March 2017, ROI  (This Sunday) Mother, Summer, I By Philip Larkin My mother, who hates thunder storms, Holds up each summer day and shakes It out suspiciously, lest swarms Of grape-dark clouds are lurking … Continue reading

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The Locket By John Montague

Sing a last song for the lady who has gone, fertile source of guilt and pain. The worst birth in the annals of Brooklyn, that was my cue to come on, my first claim to fame. Naturally, she longed for … Continue reading

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