&............................................1 | |
N. W. 5 & N. 6 | PWA INE 20 |
'ALL.........................................2 | |
Left the 'all door open gives 'imself airs 'e does | COD CLA 18 |
Gas on in the 'all and it's we've got to pay for it | COD CLA 20 |
'ARD.........................................1 | |
'Ard luck, ain't got a gentleman? | COD CLA 11 |
'DROME.......................................1 | |
For the queen of the girls at the 'drome. | FLC SSY 12 |
'E...........................................1 | |
Left the 'all door open gives 'imself airs 'e does | COD CLA 18 |
'E'S.........................................1 | |
See 'im to-morrow what 'e's got to say for it | COD CLA 22 |
'EM..........................................2 | |
The Red lion, Myddleton, all the 'ole lot of 'em | COD CLA 13 |
Counting the coppers to see what they've got of 'em | COD CLA 15 |
'ERE.........................................1 | |
'Ere he touched the wash-hand basin did | FLC LIT 29 |
'IM..........................................1 | |
See 'im to-morrow what 'e's got to say for it | COD CLA 22 |
'IMSELF......................................2 | |
Left the 'all door open gives 'imself airs 'e does | COD CLA 18 |
Thinks 'imself too bloody smart | COD CLA 19 |
'IS..........................................1 | |
32, 34, 36, 38, Gaskin's not back with 'is tart | COD CLA 17 |
'MID.........................................4 | |
Breast high 'mid the stands and chairs | MOZ DIL 10 |
And sweet smelt the breeze 'mid the garlic and fennel, | LNC PIE 2 |
'Mid this fine woodwork and a smell of dinner, | FLC MET 8 |
'Mid ash trees and a sycamore | HAH GCR 7 |
'NEATH.......................................1 | |
Pressed 'neath the box of his Meccano set, | NBB ENO 19 |
'OLE.........................................1 | |
The Red lion, Myddleton, all the 'ole lot of 'em | COD CLA 13 |
'PLANES......................................1 | |
Loud under 'planes and over changing gear. | NBB PEL 12 |
'POLLIES.....................................1 | |
To a box of baby 'pollies by the beer. | FLC SAF 10 |
'S...........................................1 | |
But South-West Area One 's a better name | SEL CLR 48 |
'TEENS.......................................1 | |
O! healthy bodies, bursting into 'teens | SEL NOR 46 |
'TIS.........................................8 | |
'Tis not for us to wonder why | MOZ WYK 5 |
And 'tis there Lord Ashtown | COD PER 29 |
'Tis the Lady Mount Cashel sits next to him now. | LNC PIE 10 |
'Tis no home for mortals behind those portals | LNC PIE 3 |
'Tis only rational, 'tis | LNC PIE 24 |
'Tis only rational, 'tis | LNC PIE 24 |
'Tis hinted at or boldly blazoned in | SEL SEA 156 |
'Tis, amid its pines and hemlocks, some | FLC LIT 27 |
'TWAS........................................4 | |
'Twas a sinister place, neither fenland nor wold, | NBB LIN 35 |
'Twas full of prose that sang the praise | FLC VIN 14 |
'Twas smoothly we raced through the open expansion | HAH MOI 13 |
'Twas bravely they stood by the Protestant steeple | HAH SMA 18 |
'TWIXT.......................................2 | |
In a corner of Wilts 'twixt the chalk and the cheese. | HAH MOR 4 |
The costly houses 'twixt. | HAH SKI 8 |
'UNS.........................................1 | |
Come on, young 'uns, foot it featly! | SEL NEW 18 |
'VARSITY.....................................5 | |
The 'Varsity Students' Rag | MOZ HYM 32 |
The social ease and manners of a 'varsity undergrad, | MOZ VSR 2 |
You want to have the 'varsity touch after a public school. | MOZ VSR 4 |
There's something about a 'varsity man that distinguishes him from a | MOZ VSR 19 |
You can tell by his tie and blazer he's a 'varsity undergrad, | MOZ VSR 20 |
1............................................1 | |
Devonshire Street W. 1 | FLC SIN 48 |
14...........................................2 | |
14, Mount Ephraim, Cheltenham, Glos | COD LIV 14 |
14 November, 1973 | NIP BAL 68 |
149..........................................1 | |
nice district pop 149 eight hundred per annum | COD LIV 8 |
1766.........................................1 | |
THE NEW BATH GUIDE, 1766} | NIP NWT 12 |
1828.........................................1 | |
An Incident in the Early Life of Ebenezer Jones, Poet, 1828 | LNC EBE 12 |
1844.........................................1 | |
South London Sketch, 1844 | NBB SOL 24 |
1883.........................................1 | |
In 1883? | HAH GCR 44 |
1904.........................................1 | |
Patrick Balfour, 3rd Baron, Kinross, b.1904} | NIP PAT 29 |
1920S........................................1 | |
To Patrick's London of the 1920s. | NIP PAT 2 |
1922.........................................1 | |
The Irish Unionist's Farewell to Greta Hellstrom in 1922 | NBB ENO 120 |
1940.........................................2 | |
Before Invasion, 1940 | NBB MAY 16 |
Margate, 1940 | NBB EMI 54 |
1944.........................................1 | |
South London Sketch, 1944 | NBB AVA 42 |
1947.........................................1 | |
I. M. Walter Ramsden ob. March 26, 1947 Pembroke College, Oxford | FLC SEG 24 |
1961.........................................1 | |
Departure from Oxfordshire in Search of Quiet 1961 | HAH SKI 50 |
1963.........................................1 | |
Beaumaris December 21, 1963 | NIP OLS 14 |
1964.........................................1 | |
Autumn 1964 | HAH COM 28 |
1969.........................................1 | |
A Ballad of the Investiture 1969 | NIP SHT 152 |
1972.........................................1 | |
On Leaving Wantage 1972 | NIP CRM 103 |
1973.........................................1 | |
14 November, 1973 | NIP BAL 68 |
21...........................................1 | |
Beaumaris December 21, 1963 | NIP OLS 14 |
25...........................................1 | |
Southern Electric 25 mins.} | COD LOV 24 |
26...........................................1 | |
I. M. Walter Ramsden ob. March 26, 1947 Pembroke College, Oxford | FLC SEG 24 |
32...........................................1 | |
32, 34, 36, 38, Gaskin's not back with 'is tart | COD CLA 17 |
34...........................................1 | |
32, 34, 36, 38, Gaskin's not back with 'is tart | COD CLA 17 |
36...........................................1 | |
32, 34, 36, 38, Gaskin's not back with 'is tart | COD CLA 17 |
38...........................................1 | |
32, 34, 36, 38, Gaskin's not back with 'is tart | COD CLA 17 |
3RD..........................................1 | |
Patrick Balfour, 3rd Baron, Kinross, b.1904} | NIP PAT 29 |
5............................................1 | |
N. W. 5 & N. 6 | PWA INE 20 |
6............................................1 | |
N. W. 5 & N. 6 | PWA INE 20 |
A............................................830 | |
She set a match to the mantle, | MOZ DIL 15 |
And Tea she said in a tiny voice | MOZ DIL 17 |
As the calm of a Leamington ev'ning | MOZ DIL 27 |
But kindly spared a few ends | MOZ HYM 11 |
Work'd up into a chair. | MOZ HYM 12 |
The social ease and manners of a 'varsity undergrad, | MOZ VSR 2 |
For tho' they're awf'lly decent and up to a lark as a rule | MOZ VSR 3 |
For tho' they're awf'lly decent and up to a lark as a rule | MOZ VSR 3 |
You want to have the 'varsity touch after a public school. | MOZ VSR 4 |
We had a rag at Monico's. We had a rag at the Troc., | MOZ VSR 5 |
We had a rag at Monico's. We had a rag at the Troc., | MOZ VSR 5 |
And the one we had at the Berkeley gave the customers quite a shock. | MOZ VSR 6 |
I started a rag in Putney at our Frothblower's Branch down there; | MOZ VSR 9 |
We got in a damn'd old lorry and drove to Trafalgar Square; | MOZ VSR 10 |
And we each had a couple of toy balloons and made the hell of a din, | MOZ VSR 11 |
And we each had a couple of toy balloons and made the hell of a din, | MOZ VSR 11 |
And I saw a bobby at Parson's Green who looked like running us in. | MOZ VSR 12 |
There's something about a 'varsity man that distinguishes him from a | MOZ VSR 19 |
There's something about a 'varsity man that distinguishes him from a | MOZ VSR 19 |
You can tell by his tie and blazer he's a 'varsity undergrad, | MOZ VSR 20 |
And you know that he's always ready and up to a bit of a lark, | MOZ VSR 21 |
And you know that he's always ready and up to a bit of a lark, | MOZ VSR 21 |
With a toy balloon and a whistle and some cider after dark. | MOZ VSR 22 |
With a toy balloon and a whistle and some cider after dark. | MOZ VSR 22 |
Each learning how to be a sinner | MOZ CIT 11 |
And tell a good one after dinner, | MOZ CIT 12 |
Indeed it is tall as a Palm; | MOZ HYN 6 |
A friend of Mrs. Kittiwake? | MOZ CAM 2 |
In a house like that | MOZ CRO 1 |
A keen ecclesiologist, | MOZ WYK 3 |
A rather dirty Wykehamist. | MOZ WYK 4 |
It's something to become a bore, | MOZ WYK 11 |
He gives his Ovaltine a stir | MOZ WYK 23 |
And nibbles at a petit beurre , | MOZ WYK 24 |
The old North London shoots in a train | MOZ SAN 6 |
He sipped at a weak hock and seltzer | COD OSC 1 |
Is as false as a well-kept vow. | COD OSC 16 |
A thump, and a murmur of voices | COD OSC 25 |
A thump, and a murmur of voices | COD OSC 25 |
Oh why must they make such a din? | COD OSC 26 |
And was helped to a hansom outside. | COD OSC 36 |
Distant View of a Provincial Town | COD OSC 36 |
In such a jolly friendly way | COD PRT 14 |
There isn't grass to graze a cow | COD SLO 3 |
Mess up the mess they call a town | COD SLO 9 |
A house for ninety-seven down | COD SLO 10 |
And once a week a half-a-crown | COD SLO 11 |
And once a week a half-a-crown | COD SLO 11 |
'Ard luck, ain't got a gentleman? | COD CLA 11 |
Not on a night like this, sweet | COD CLA 12 |
Shut but a light in The Star | COD CLA 14 |
Love in a Valley | COD CLA 23 |
What a winter welcome to what a Surrey homestead! | COD LOV 13 |
What a winter welcome to what a Surrey homestead! | COD LOV 13 |
Fling wide the curtains! that's a Surrey sunset | COD LOV 17 |
And me to lonely shopping in a brilliant arcade; | COD LOV 22 |
So for us a last time is bright light made. | COD LOV 24 |
There is a personage | COD PER 2 |
Who owns a mortgage | COD PER 3 |
For a book that's printed | COD PER 22 |
By a gilded band | COD PER 28 |
Still he has got a hearty handshake; | COD PAD 5 |
Still he wears his medals and a stole; | COD PAD 6 |
He's tied a reef knot round my heart, | COD PAD 14 |
We'll be rocked up to Heaven on a rare old tune | COD PAD 15 |
the incumbent enjoying a supine incumbency | COD LIV 2 |
a tennis court, a summerhouse, deckchairs by the walnut tree | COD LIV 3 |
a tennis court, a summerhouse, deckchairs by the walnut tree | COD LIV 3 |
Yes, my dear sir, as a moderate churchman, | COD LIV 6 |
no extremes A and M bicyclist essential | COD LIV 9 |
And ruled it with a rod. | COD UND 4 |
A beacon in the dark. | COD UND 16 |
A Hike on the Downs | COD CTY 8 |
For, being just a first year man | COD HIK 11 |
Is like a small Athenian State | COD HIK 14 |
But never a bell heard she | COD EXE 4 |
Which was writ by A. Huxléy. | COD EXE 6 |
Several times a day | COD EXE 10 |
While the choir sang Stanford in A. | COD EXE 12 |
Till a tram-car bell went clang. | COD EXE 18 |
And a smiling corpse was he; | COD EXE 20 |
Several times a day | COD EXE 28 |
And the choir sings Stanford in A. | COD EXE 30 |
In that red house in a red mahogany book-case | COD GEO 3 |
And favourite fields and coverts from a horse; | COD GEO 6 |
Over thick carpets with a deadened force; | COD GEO 8 |
Where a young man lands hatless from the air. | COD GEO 12 |
A little thumping fig, it rocketed over the elm trees. | COD HAR 2 |
Weighted down with a Conscience, now for the first time fleshly | COD HAR 12 |
Taking form as a growth hung from the feet like a sponge-bag. | COD HAR 13 |
Taking form as a growth hung from the feet like a sponge-bag. | COD HAR 13 |
Died away in the night as frost will blacken a dahlia. | COD HAR 18 |
With the roar of the gas my heart gives a shout | COD SUI 1 |
And my sins, a fearful load. | COD SUI 12 |
And a thousand sins on this lonely station | COD SUI 15 |
Alice whispered, Just a min, | COD BOO 6 |
Alice will not have a rough time, | COD BOO 19 |
Lord what a story! | COD PHD 24 |
I composed those lines when a summer wind | LNC CHL 3 |
For an ice and a macaroon, | LNC CHL 10 |
A Shropshire Lad | LNC CHL 18 |
This should be recited with a Midland accent.} | LNC SHP 1 |
A man was running a mineral line, | LNC SHP 4 |
A man was running a mineral line, | LNC SHP 4 |
A lass was singing a hymn, | LNC SHP 5 |
A lass was singing a hymn, | LNC SHP 5 |
And paying a call at Dawley Bank while swimming along to Heaven. | LNC SHP 13 |
Webb in a water sheeting, | LNC SHP 19 |
Come dripping along in a bathing dress | LNC SHP 20 |
Dripping and still he rose over the sill and faded away in a wall. | LNC SHP 25 |
There wasn't a man in Oakengates | LNC SHP 26 |
Paying a call at Dawley Bank on his way to his destination. | LNC SHP 37 |
With a twenty-thousand pattering | LNC LAM 3 |
Has a valley breeze begun, | LNC LAM 4 |
He who trained a hundred winners | LNC LAM 11 |
Pot Pourri from a Surrey Garden | LNC LAM 24 |
Coco-nut smell of the broom, and a packet of Weights | LNC PPO 2 |
Press'd in the sand. The thud of a hoof on a horse-track | LNC PPO 3 |
Press'd in the sand. The thud of a hoof on a horse-track | LNC PPO 3 |
A horse-riding horse for a horse-track | LNC PPO 4 |
A horse-riding horse for a horse-track | LNC PPO 4 |
Over your boundary now, I wash my face in a bird-bath, | LNC PPO 7 |
And full of a pent-up strength, she swipes at the rhododendrons, | LNC PPO 21 |
Back with a petulant toss. | LNC PPO 24 |
A cofirmandus continueth | LNC HOL 8 |
The lumber of a London-going dray, | LNC EBE 1 |
A lurcher dog, which draymen kick and pass | LNC EBE 16 |
He lifted it and not a word he spoke, | LNC EBE 25 |
A boy's voice sounded. Creaking forms were still. | LNC EBE 29 |
GOD DAMNS A CUR. I AM, I AM HIS WORD! | LNC EBE 34 |
As now they do, to hear a boy's heart break. | LNC EBE 42 |
The lichened branches of a wood | LNC TRB 13 |
But when a storm was at its height, | LNC TRB 21 |
And we were in a water-world | LNC TRB 33 |
In her evening velvet with a rose pinned neatly | LNC BST 3 |
By the distant bus-stop a don's wife waits. | LNC BST 4 |
What peas turned out from how many a tin? | LNC BST 10 |
This dress has grown such a heavier load | LNC BST 14 |
Since Jack was only a Junior Proctor, | LNC BST 15 |
Ann has had a laxative | LNC LET 7 |
Wilfred's learned a folk-tune for | LNC LET 11 |
Mamie's done a lino-cut. | LNC LET 14 |
What a lot my dicky chicky | LNC LET 19 |
And have a jolly tumble in | LNC LET 23 |
We moved into a somewhat larger house | LNC BTC 5 |
Meant quite a lot of climbing up and down. | LNC BTC 18 |
It's executed by a Bristol firm; | LNC BTC 22 |
A stained glass window on the stairs at home, | LNC BTC 28 |
A Ritualist should be inducted here | LNC BTC 47 |
I think I see a woman praying there. | LNC BTC 55 |
a bloody hand. | LNC PIE 62 |
And a boatload of beauty darts over the tide, | LNC PIE 7 |
Lord Belvedere sits like a priest in the prow, | LNC PIE 9 |
The feast is spread out, and begob! what a sight, | LNC PIE 18 |
And a tower of blancmange from the Baron Kilmaine. | LNC PIE 20 |
A curricle rolling along on the grass, | LNC PIE 29 |
A high-stepping grey and the wheels flashing yellow | LNC PIE 31 |
And Sir John in the seat, what a capital fellow! | LNC PIE 32 |
The harness is off with a jingle of steel, | LNC PIE 37 |
Sir John saunters up with a smile and a bow | LNC PIE 39 |
Sir John saunters up with a smile and a bow | LNC PIE 39 |
For smooth as a phantom and proud as a stork | LNC PIE 43 |
For smooth as a phantom and proud as a stork | LNC PIE 43 |
As grasses bending heavy with a shower. | LNC PIE 8 |
Plentiful timber in a lake reflected, | LNC PIE 19 |
I live in a girl's answer, | LNC PIE 27 |
You, in a bawd's fear. | LNC PIE 28 |
A refuge of dark to the Island is lending | LNC PIE 3 |
I'll build a mighty wall against the rain. | LNC PIE 12 |
Head of a dragonfly, twenty times magnified, | LNC PIE 15 |
There's not a feature that's super nature | LNC PIE 23 |
Were you a prefect and head of your dormit'ry? | LNC MYF 5 |
Were you a hockey girl, tennis or gym? | LNC MYF 6 |
Who was your favourite? Who had a crush on you? | LNC MYF 7 |
My! what a spread for the friends of Myfanwy | LNC MYF 23 |
Willowy banks of a willowy Cherwell a | LNC MFO 9 |
Willowy banks of a willowy Cherwell a | LNC MFO 9 |
Waiting alone for a girl friend there. | LNC MFO 22 |
Second in Mods and a Third in Theology | LNC MFO 23 |
Her Myfanwy, a schoolgirl voice, | LNC MFO 26 |
Tentative brush of a cheek in a cocoa crush, | LNC MFO 27 |
Tentative brush of a cheek in a cocoa crush, | LNC MFO 27 |
Bicycle bells in a Boar's Hill Pine, | LNC MFO 32 |
Listen to a lady's cry. | LNC WAB 6 |
Although dear Lord I am a sinner, | LNC WAB 25 |
So, Lord, reserve for me a crown, | LNC WAB 29 |
Now I feel a little better, | LNC WAB 37 |
What a treat to hear Thy Word, | LNC WAB 38 |
Because I have a luncheon date. | LNC WAB 42 |
Till deep beyond a deeper depth | LNC OLN 7 |
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man | LNC OLN 8 |
On a Portrait of a Deaf Man | LNC OLN 8 |
A closely fitting shroud. | LNC DEF 4 |
He liked a landscape big and bare | LNC DEF 19 |
A flame of rushlight in the cell | LNC CAD 1 |
To-day a pair walks newly married | LNC CAD 23 |
Heralded a little handcart, | LNC BLA 19 |
A short and then a shorter lake | NBB HEN 2 |
A short and then a shorter lake | NBB HEN 2 |
A reach away the breach is made | NBB HEN 11 |
Oh the after-tram-ride quiet, when we heard a mile beyond, | NBB PRL 16 |
A Subaltern's Love-song | NBB PRL 20 |
The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy, | NBB BLS 6 |
The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy, | NBB BLS 6 |
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin. | NBB BLS 16 |
And a star shone over Bristol, wonderfully far and high. | NBB BTC 3 |
Smoothly practising a plain course, caverned out the dying day | NBB BTC 5 |
Was the mathematic pattern of a plain course on the bells. | NBB BTC 12 |
A winter sunset on wet cobbles, where | NBB WAT 2 |
Someone in Corpus reading for a first | NBB WAT 4 |
A late, last luncheon staggers out of Peck | NBB WAT 9 |
And hires a hansom from half-flooded grass | NBB WAT 10 |
A Lincolnshire Tale | NBB WAT 14 |
Is down a long lane in the county of Lincs, | NBB LIN 2 |
A whacking great sunset bathed level and drain | NBB LIN 5 |
In a scent of dead cabbages down from the wold, | NBB LIN 10 |
The crunch of the wheels was a comforting sound. | NBB LIN 12 |
When all of a sudden the pony fell dead. | NBB LIN 16 |
And out of the dark, with a roar and a swell, | NBB LIN 19 |
And out of the dark, with a roar and a swell, | NBB LIN 19 |
Though myself the Archdeacon for many a year, | NBB LIN 21 |
'Twas a sinister place, neither fenland nor wold, | NBB LIN 35 |
As down swung the tenor, a beacon of sound, | NBB LIN 37 |
The gleam of a taper, through clear leaded glass, | NBB LIN 40 |
What a forest of woodwork in ochres and grains | NBB LIN 45 |
A sign-painter's beasts in their fight for the Crown, | NBB LIN 54 |
A three-decker pulpit frowned over the nave. | NBB LIN 56 |
Shall I ever forget what a stillness was there | NBB LIN 57 |
Then an opening door showed a long pair of hands | NBB LIN 59 |
Such a fell Visitation I shall not forget, | NBB LIN 61 |
Such a rush through the dark, that I rush through it yet, | NBB LIN 62 |
A baldachin pillar is guarding the Mass. | NBB BAR 8 |
And lin-lan-lone a Tennysonian chime | NBB ARC 3 |
Here, where the low-side window lends a shade, | NBB ARC 8 |
Green in a light which that sublime Burne-Jones | NBB ARC 13 |
For a full spring-tide of blossom seethed and departed hence, | NBB MAY 3 |
And a constant sound of flushing runneth from windows where | NBB MAY 5 |
And a Cherwell mist dissolveth on elm-discovering skies. | NBB MAY 8 |
Of a right good rough-cast buttress on the housewall of my hope. | NBB MAY 12 |
And here where the wind leans on a sycamore silver wall, | NBB INV 3 |
Where a Stone Age people breeds | NBB EMI 35 |
A ruined abbey, chancel only, | NBB EMI 42 |
A Church of Ireland resurrection | NBB EMI 48 |
From out the Queen's Highcliffe for weeks at a stretch | NBB MAR 1 |
How restful to putt, when the strains of a band | NBB MAR 5 |
Announced a thé dansant was on at the Grand, | NBB MAR 6 |
Oh! then what a pleasure to see the ground floor | NBB MAR 13 |
Now dark is the terrace, a storm-battered stretch; | NBB MAR 26 |
Judy gives the door a slam and goes to feed the fowls. | NBB POU 2 |
Marty rolls a Craven A around her ruby lips | NBB POU 3 |
Marty rolls a Craven A around her ruby lips | NBB POU 3 |
Boom the bombers overhead, between the clouds a star, | NBB POU 10 |
And just outside, among the arks, in a shadowy sheltered place | NBB POU 11 |
Lie Judy and a paratroop in horrible embrace. | NBB POU 12 |
Have you seen a paratroop come walking down your lane? | NBB POU 14 |
And go and kiss a paratroop like any common tart. | NBB POU 22 |
She goes and gets a riding whip and whirls it in the air, | NBB POU 24 |
She fetches down a length of rope and rushes, breathing hard | NBB POU 25 |
Remove those cottages, a huddled throng! | NBB PLA 5 |
I have a Vision of The Future, chum, | NBB PLA 9 |
In a Bath Teashop | NBB PLA 14 |
She, such a very ordinary little woman; | NBB TEA 3 |
He, such a thumping crook; | NBB TEA 4 |
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels | NBB TEA 5 |
Before the Anaesthetic, or A Real Fright | NBB TEA 6 |
I, breathing for a moment, see | NBB ANA 21 |
With every breath, a mortal dies; | NBB ANA 52 |
Cool beneath a garden awning | NBB YAA 11 |
And sudden dark a patch of sea was shaded, | NBB BAT 15 |
The warmth of whirling atoms in a sun-shot | NBB BAT 17 |
So in we dived and louder than a gunshot | NBB BAT 19 |
There's Enid with a silly parasol, | NBB ENO 16 |
And Graham in gray flannel with a crease | NBB ENO 17 |
More than a moment on a ragwort bunch, | NBB ENO 23 |
More than a moment on a ragwort bunch, | NBB ENO 23 |
A mile of sunny, empty sand away, | NBB ENO 26 |
A mile of shallow pools and lugworm casts, | NBB ENO 27 |
Even the villas have a Sunday look. | NBB ENO 29 |
I have a splitting headache from the sun, | NBB ENO 31 |
Where, double-aspirined, a mother sleeps; | NBB ENO 33 |
While father in the loggia reads a book, | NBB ENO 34 |
A Bernard Darwin on The English Links | NBB ENO 37 |
Come on! come on! he drops into a doze | NBB ENO 41 |
The children climb a final stile to church; | NBB ENO 43 |
A map of France in damp above my pew, | NBB ENO 48 |
Late Perp and not a Parker specimen | NBB ENO 50 |
All have a humble and West Country look. | NBB ENO 55 |
Oh three-light window by a Plymouth firm! | NBB ENO 57 |
Come on! come on! a final pull. Tom Blake | NBB ENO 65 |
Looking for wreckage in a likely tide, | NBB ENO 68 |
A rattle as red baize is drawn aside, | NBB ENO 70 |
A Village Voluntary fills the air | NBB ENO 73 |
Dearly beloved ... and a bumble-bee | NBB ENO 79 |
Where the gull looks no larger than a lark | NBB ENO 84 |
Rise to a wall of huge, translucent green | NBB ENO 88 |
A waterfall of whiteness, down a rock, | NBB ENO 94 |
A waterfall of whiteness, down a rock, | NBB ENO 94 |
Without a source but roller's furthest reach | NBB ENO 95 |
No bigger than a pebble washed about | NBB ENO 98 |
Small rushlight of a long-forgotten church, | NBB ENO 108 |
Dashed on a rock, rolled over in the surf, | NBB ENO 112 |
Of a large golfer, only four weeks dead, | NBB ENO 116 |
What a power had pounded through me | NBB GRE 35 |
On such a morning as this | NBB AVA 1 |
to a copper beech's embrace | NBB AVA 4 |
And a sifting sound of leaves | NBB AVA 5 |
to a chequer of light on the lake, | NBB AVA 8 |
On such a morning as this | NBB AVA 9 |
Under a flying sky | NBB AVA 21 |
with a Bullingdon noise of an evening | NBB AVA 24 |
In a Sports-Bugatti from Thame | NBB AVA 25 |
that belonged to a man in Magdalen. | NBB AVA 26 |
by a soldier's body in Burma. | NBB AVA 42 |
Elms and sycamores round a green. | NBB SLS 8 |
Burst, good June, with a rush this morning, | NBB SLS 9 |
Choose your partners for a fox-trot! Dance until its tea o'clock! | SEL NEW 17 |
Wendy bending gives a blessing, | SEL NEW 41 |
A great Victorian church, tall, unbroken and bright | SEL SAV 11 |
In a sun that's setting in Willesden and saturating us here. | SEL SAV 12 |
A separate tradesman's entrance, straw in the mews behind, | SEL SAV 16 |
And back in a country quiet with doffing of chimney hats. | SEL SAV 24 |
Bound through a red-brick transept for a once familiar pew | SEL SAV 27 |
Bound through a red-brick transept for a once familiar pew | SEL SAV 27 |
Please stop a moment, Hubert, anywhere. | SEL SEA 30 |
Pale pink hydrangeas turn a rusty brown | SEL SEA 44 |
Still unprepared to make a picnic lunch | SEL SEA 49 |
A line has been provided at the back. | SEL SEA 59 |
On a secluded corner of the beach | SEL SEA 67 |
A game of rounders has been organized | SEL SEA 68 |
In a department of the Board of Trade. | SEL SEA 75 |
Timid and proud, for the last time a child. | SEL SEA 108 |
Or on a twopenny borough council chair | SEL SEA 149 |
Whether we own a tandem or a Rolls, | SEL SEA 153 |
Whether we own a tandem or a Rolls, | SEL SEA 153 |
A single topic occupies our minds. | SEL SEA 155 |
He manages a Bank in Nottingham | SEL SEA 163 |
For that old mother what a happy time! | SEL SEA 181 |
Reposeful on a crowded bit of beach. | SEL SEA 180 |
A week of idleness, the salty winds | SEL SEA 181 |
And Blackpool, next year if there is a next. | SEL SEA 187 |
For centuries to come, when not a soul | SEL SEA 191 |
Waits in the jewelled basin of a pool. | SEL SEA 197 |
No people on the golf-links, not a crack | SEL NOR 1 |
The neighbourhood is dressing for a dance | SEL NOR 8 |
Ripple about a bar of shifting sand | SEL NOR 24 |
A practice record, Phoebe. Mummykins, | SEL NOR 33 |
Behind him, from a walk along the cliff, | SEL NOR 58 |
Two children of a chartered actuary | SEL NOR 61 |
A shade across the net, but Demon Sex, | SEL NOR 72 |
These English evenings are a little damp | SEL NOR 78 |
A neighbouring and less exclusive place | SEL NOR 81 |
First love, first light, first life. A heartbeat noise! | SEL NOR 94 |
His heart or little feet? A snap of twigs | SEL NOR 95 |
So deep, he feels a tightening in his throat, | SEL NOR 99 |
Sir Gawaint was a right and goodly knight | SEL NOR 115 |
Fixing a mizzen to his model boat. | SEL NOR 125 |
A splendid sunset lit the rocking-horse | SEL NOR 129 |
That checked a tiny torrent in the lane | SEL NOR 141 |
Flooded a final tide-mark up the sand, | SEL NOR 147 |
And the next breaker was a lesser one | SEL NOR 149 |
A Lincolnshire Church | SEL NOR 151 |
In a huge cloud cavern of gold, | SEL LIC 4 |
And there, on a gentle eminence, | SEL LIC 5 |
Topping some ash trees, a tower | SEL LIC 6 |
As a wireless croons in the kitchen | SEL LIC 15 |
The path is a grassy mat, | SEL LIC 22 |
A roof of unsuitable slate | SEL LIC 26 |
Restored with a vengeance, for certain, | SEL LIC 27 |
A wafer dipped in a wine-drop | SEL LIC 35 |
A wafer dipped in a wine-drop | SEL LIC 35 |
A man with bye-laws busy in his head | SEL CLR 3 |
His only weakness is a lust for power | SEL CLR 6 |
And that is not a weakness, people think, | SEL CLR 7 |
Just take for instance, at a casual glance, | SEL CLR 13 |
A self-contained and plann'd community. | SEL CLR 44 |
But South-West Area One 's a better name | SEL CLR 48 |
To meet the river Windrush. What a shame | SEL CLR 57 |
A beauteous England's really on the way. | SEL CLR 66 |
A pint of bitter beer for one-and-four, | SEL CLR 71 |
Then coffee in the lounge a shilling more. | SEL CLR 72 |
In a few years this country will be looking | SEL CLR 73 |
Then Harrow-on-the-Hill's a rocky island | FLC HOH 9 |
There's a storm cloud to the westward over Kenton, | FLC HOH 17 |
There's a line of harbour lights at Perivale, | FLC HOH 18 |
Is it rounding rough Pentire in a flood of sunset fire | FLC HOH 19 |
In a race for port and Padstow | FLC HOH 23 |
in aid of A Public Subscription towards the restoration of the Church | FLC PUB 24 |
A single bell with plaintive strokes | FLC PUB 4 |
To fountain out a spreading vault a shower that never falls. | FLC KIN 6 |
To fountain out a spreading vault a shower that never falls. | FLC KIN 6 |
In many a stained-glass window sheen | FLC CHR 5 |
Seen in a stained-glass window's hue, | FLC CHR 33 |
A Baby in an ox's stall? | FLC CHR 34 |
Become a Child on earth for me? | FLC CHR 36 |
No love that in a family dwells, | FLC CHR 43 |
And many a burdened licorice bush | FLC LIC 3 |
And plucked a licorice leaf; | FLC LIC 18 |
Which makes a kingdom of its own. | FLC ENG 5 |
A grassy kingdom sweet to view | FLC ENG 6 |
A multiplicity of bells, | FLC ENG 11 |
A changing cadence, rich and deep | FLC ENG 12 |
A Church of England sound, it tells | FLC ENG 16 |
From many a gabled western wall | FLC ENG 29 |
Through oats and barley round a hill | FLC ESS 10 |
A Summer Idyll Matching Tye | FLC ESS 13 |
Before a talk on Sex and Civics I meditated on the Fall. | FLC HUH 2 |
And released their inhibitions in a hundred different ways. | FLC HUH 6 |
Comrades plot a Comrade's downfall in the interests of the State . | FLC HUH 14 |
Quite can drown a faint conviction that we may be born in Sin. | FLC HUH 16 |
Lest such a question seem to be | FLC HRE 19 |
A mockery of Our Lord. | FLC HRE 20 |
With a thousand Ta's and Pardon's | FLC MID 3 |
With a frown of concentration, | FLC MID 6 |
Where a few surviving hedges | FLC MID 8 |
A glorious, sailing, bounding drive | FLC SEG 5 |
It glowed a lonely white; | FLC SEG 8 |
A steady putt and then it went | FLC SEG 15 |
Dragging a stick along the wooden fence | FLC NOF 4 |
A whispering and watery Norfolk sound | FLC NOF 17 |
'Mid this fine woodwork and a smell of dinner, | FLC MET 8 |
A stained-glass windmill and a pot of tea, | FLC MET 9 |
A stained-glass windmill and a pot of tea, | FLC MET 9 |
At Neasden watched a workmen's train unload, | FLC MET 15 |
At Farringdon that lunch hour at a stall | FLC MET 21 |
He bought a dozen plants of London Pride; | FLC MET 22 |
But I've a picture of my own | FLC LFL 9 |
The mouth that opens for a kiss | FLC LFL 15 |
A week? or twenty years remain? | FLC LFL 21 |
A losing fight with frightful pain | FLC LFL 23 |
Or a gasping fight for breath? | FLC LFL 24 |
SONG OF A NIGHT-CLUB PROPRIETRESS | FLC SAF 28 |
And a squashed tomato sandwich on the floor. | FLC SAF 5 |
And a host of little spiders | FLC SAF 8 |
Ran a race across the ciders | FLC SAF 9 |
To a box of baby 'pollies by the beer. | FLC SAF 10 |
Whose parents go by Pullman once a month | FLC SIN 3 |
To do a show in town, pour out their young | FLC SIN 4 |
A schoolboy once again in shivering shorts. | FLC SIN 8 |
Even at nine a perfect gentleman, | FLC SIN 11 |
A race for Willow Way and jump the hedge | FLC SIN 17 |
His brother learned in Kobë from a Jap | FLC SIN 24 |
Willie arrives and winds me with a punch | FLC SIN 26 |
A wait for taking aim. Oh trees and sky! | FLC SIN 29 |
Too out of breath and strength to make a sound. | FLC SIN 35 |
Make for the kiddies such a scrumptious feast, | FLC SIN 44 |
Its chimneys steady against a mackerel sky. | FLC DEV 8 |
And then we can catch a nineteen or a twenty-two. | FLC DEV 16 |
And then we can catch a nineteen or a twenty-two. | FLC DEV 16 |
At the end of a long-walled garden | FLC COT 1 |
in a red provincial town, | FLC COT 2 |
A brick path led to a mulberry | FLC COT 3 |
A brick path led to a mulberry | FLC COT 3 |
from a Sunday-tea-time heat. | FLC COT 8 |
A Child Ill | FLC COT 36 |
Look through me from a little son, | FLC CHI 14 |
On a thousand business women | FLC BUS 3 |
Played on the hautbois by a lady dress'd in blue | FLC OLL 2 |
I think such a running together of woodwind sound, | FLC OLL 8 |
Such painstaking piping high on a Berkshire hill, | FLC OLL 9 |
Sad as a country silence, tractor-drowned; | FLC OLL 11 |
The rose of a world that was not has withered away. | FLC OLL 13 |
Here amid firs and a final sunset flare | FLC OLL 24 |
Recorder and hautbois only moan at a mouldering sky. | FLC OLL 25 |
That skirts a small and smelly bay | FLC GRY 10 |
To heave a line along the beach | FLC GRY 19 |
But in a dream the other night | FLC GRY 25 |
Back into what a water-world | FLC GRY 33 |
The elm leaves patter like a summer shower | FLC VIL 5 |
Go two old ladies and a child of four. | FLC VIL 25 |
Which, as a site, would suit the Council well. | FLC VIL 45 |
Remorseless as a shark in London's City, | FLC VIL 56 |
Throwing his refuse in a neighbour's pond | FLC VIL 59 |
Leaving a cottage till at last it falls. | FLC VIL 61 |
People protest. A law-suit then begins, | FLC VIL 62 |
Behind rank elders, shadowing a pool, | FLC VIL 64 |
The children have a motor-bus instead, | FLC VIL 75 |
And in a town eleven miles away | FLC VIL 76 |
And many a cultivated hour they pass | FLC VIL 78 |
In a fine school with walls of vita-glass. | FLC VIL 79 |
At driving tractors lend a clumsy hand. | FLC VIL 87 |
Must be dash'd off with a more hurried stroke. | FLC VIL 96 |
Sharing a cottage with her night and day. | FLC VIL 100 |
Have coloured fathers in the U. S. A. | FLC VIL 108 |
And how to make a quiet insinuation. | FLC VIL 112 |
With all a rustic's intuition. | FLC VIN 6 |
A man who really ought to know, | FLC VIN 10 |
A lovely coloured booklet free. | FLC VIN 13 |
Until I felt a filthy swine | FLC VIN 21 |
For thinking village inns a bore, | FLC VIN 24 |
The neon sign's a work of art | FLC VIN 49 |
For here's a place to sit and soak | FLC VIN 65 |
She sat with a Warwick Deeping, | FLC SSY 1 |
Her legs curl'd round in a ring, | FLC SSY 2 |
Like a beautiful panther sleeping, | FLC SSY 3 |
As a Southgate girl at home, | FLC SSY 10 |
A Flight-Lieutenant at bay, | FLC SSY 18 |
Will buy her a Bravington ring. | FLC SSY 24 |
She fished down their throats with a spanner | FLC HTR 3 |
Was hit on the hock with a brick. | FLC HTR 16 |
Her withers got tied in a noose, | FLC HTR 22 |
A Literary Discovery | FLC HTR 32 |
Swedenborg Bond with a manuscript poem. There was no surname in} | FLC LIT 1 |
The poem was certainly in the same hand as the inscription, a } | FLC LIT 1 |
Here, when Art was still religion, with a simple reverent heart, | FLC LIT 7 |
Many a long-departed merchant in the | FLC LIT 13 |
There were footmen to receive him, and a butler, stern as doom | FLC LIT 18 |
Welcome and a thousand welcomes! Rest you here in Gomshall Towers! | FLC LIT 23 |
Ma'am, your fine historic mansion is a | FLC LIT 26 |
he write a poem down. | FLC LIT 29 |
Little Switzerland in England. What could please a lady more | FLC LIT 30 |
As Cook is a little unnerved; | FLC GET 2 |
Now here is a fork for your pastries | FLC GET 13 |
Variation on a Theme by T. W. Rolleston | FLC GET 20 |
Under the ground, on a Saturday afternoon in winter | FLC VAR 1 |
Lies a mother of five, | FLC VAR 2 |
Diary of a Church Mouse | PIP VAR 16 |
With two oil-lamps and half a broom. | PIP DIA 8 |
To burrow through a loaf of bread. | PIP DIA 22 |
A large and most unfriendly rat | PIP DIA 33 |
This year he stole a sheaf of wheat | PIP DIA 37 |
A Low Church mouse, who thinks that I | PIP DIA 43 |
Such a reckless bestowing? | PWA WAN 16 |
A dome of wax fruit in the hall. | PWA WIN 4 |
A cactus which seems to be dead. | PWA WIN 12 |
It's nothing, for you are a friend, | PWA WIN 22 |
A knighthood, perhaps, in the end. | PWA WIN 24 |
But it wasn't for this that I fill'd a | PWA WIN 25 |
Who seems to believe she's a horse. | PWA WIN 28 |
And clutches a make-believe rein. | PWA WIN 30 |
Her playroom she fancies a stable. | PWA WIN 31 |
She walked on all fours like a dumb thing | PWA WIN 37 |
When she's not on a horse she's not idle; | PWA WIN 57 |
Twenty guineas a week was the price, dear, | PWA WIN 61 |
I remember the dread with which I at a quarter past four | PWA FSE 1 |
Let go with a bang behind me our house front door | PWA FSE 2 |
And, clutching a present for my dear little hostess tight, | PWA FSE 3 |
In the near municipal acres were making a noise | PWA FSE 6 |
Made a rush for the next kind lamp-post out of the dark | PWA FSE 18 |
To a guest departing, would ever diminish my joy, | PWA FSE 33 |
On a merry spring time a friend had trimm'd with fur, | PWA 18 |
On a merry spring time a friend had trimm'd with fur, | PWA 18 |
Sunday Silence! with every street a dead street, | PWA MON 5 |
On the roaring flood of a twelve-voiced peal from Paul's. | PWA MON 12 |
Had a tinkling mass house in every cavernous street. | PWA MON 16 |
Last of the east wall sculpture, a cherub gazes | PWA MON 21 |
Thoughts on The Diary of a Nobody | PWA MON 28 |
And only footsteps in a lane | PWA NOB 9 |
With here a monkey puzzle tree | PWA NOB 15 |
And there a round geranium bed. | PWA NOB 16 |
Yet it has a picturesqueness which is justly all its own. | PWA LNG 4 |
And interpreted his era in a way which pleases ours. | PWA LNG 8 |
A later artist, Tintoretto, also did his paintings here, | PWA LNG 9 |
A mounting arch of water weedy-brown | PWA FEL 4 |
Warm in the whisper of a summer sea, | PWA FEL 20 |
The cushioned scabious, a deep vermilion, | PWA FEL 21 |
A sun-lit kingdom touched by butterflies | PWA FEL 23 |
I hurry past a cakeshop's tempting scones | PWA FEL 29 |
Pershore Station, or A Liverish Journey First Class | PWA FEL 36 |
The Victorian world and the present in a moment's neighbourhood. | PWA 4 |
There was no one about but a conscript who was saying good-bye to | PWA 5 |
I remembered her defencelessness as I made my heart a stone | PWA 13 |
And plunged in a deep self pity I dreamed of another wife | PWA 15 |
And lusted for freckled faces and lived a separate life. | PWA 16 |
I am cushioned and soft and heated with a deadweight in my heart. | PWA 20 |
Under a Lionel Edwards sky | PWA HER 7 |
A heavy Rover Landaulette, | PWA HER 10 |
The way a boy should hold a gun? | PWA HER 14 |
The way a boy should hold a gun? | PWA HER 14 |
At such a milksop for a son. | PWA HER 16 |
At such a milksop for a son. | PWA HER 16 |
Pale corn waves rippling to a shore | PWA HER 19 |
Suffers a devastating change, | PWA HER 26 |
Than my mishandling of a gun. | PWA HER 36 |
On a bright East-Anglian day | PWA COZ 14 |
There's a something in the stillness | PWA COZ 17 |
Variation on a Theme by Newbolt | PWA COZ 36 |
Half mast from a first floor window, the Company's bunting | PWA NEW 5 |
And his fellow directors, baulked of a good day's hunting | PWA NEW 7 |
A service will later be held in St. Katherine Cree. | PWA NEW 12 |
But what of his guns? he was always a generous giver. | PWA NEW 13 |
Oh yes, of course, we will each of us send a wreath, | PWA NEW 14 |
A luxurious bedroom looking on miles of fir | PWA NEW 18 |
From a Surrey height where his widow sits silent and lonely | PWA NEW 19 |
Limp on the pillows like a cast-off Teddy bear. | PWA INE 6 |
Now from his remoteness in a stillness unaccountable | PWA INE 17 |
And saw it hanging in a gummy froth | PWA NW5 11 |
Familiar for a shuttered toll gate house | PWA GWE 12 |
I bought for you a dark-red rose, | PWA PUG 13 |
A preface write. Well, here's one then. | HAH HIL 2 |
A memorable means of dealing | HAH HIL 5 |
Is taken as a gift from Heaven. | HAH HIL 8 |
It is a music of its own. | HAH HIL 12 |
It can be gentle as a lake, | HAH HIL 17 |
Where Wordsworth's oars a ripple make | HAH HIL 18 |
A buzzing insubstantial fly, | HAH HIL 28 |
A far-off blow-hole booming like a gun | HAH CCL 3 |
A far-off blow-hole booming like a gun | HAH CCL 3 |
A wealth of heather, kidney-vetch and squills | HAH CCL 11 |
A gun-emplacement of the latest war | HAH CCL 13 |
A misty sea-line meets the wash of air. | HAH CCL 18 |
Leads inland to a usual Cornish scene | HAH CCL 26 |
Two chapels built for half a hundred souls. | HAH CCL 30 |
A mist that from the moor arose | HAH TRE 1 |
On the steep path a bramble leaf | HAH TRE 9 |
Hardly has strength to lift a wave. | HAH TRE 16 |
As if a spirit in it heard | HAH TRE 23 |
A million years of unrelenting tide | HAH NIN 9 |
Why is it that a sunlit second sticks? | HAH NIN 21 |
To cannonade a slatey shelf | HAH WSE 3 |
And thunder under in a cave | HAH WSE 4 |
A slowly rolling water-hill. | HAH WSE 8 |
And all the sea's a dappled waste | HAH WSE 11 |
Unheard, a mongrel hound gives tongue, | HAH WSE 17 |
Behold a huge consoling sea. | HAH WSE 24 |
The sky widens to Cornwall. A sense of sea | HAH OFL 1 |
To a final height, | HAH OFL 4 |
And over the west is glowing a mackerel sky | HAH OFL 5 |
The tide is high and a sleepy Atlantic sends | HAH OFL 9 |
What a host of stars in a wideness still and deep | HAH OFL 25 |
What a host of stars in a wideness still and deep | HAH OFL 25 |
What a host of souls, as a motor-bike whines away | HAH OFL 26 |
What a host of souls, as a motor-bike whines away | HAH OFL 26 |
As I reach our hill, I am part of a sea unseen | HAH OFL 31 |
A Bay in Anglesey | HAH OFL 32 |
The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide | HAH BAY 1 |
A Lament for Moira McCavendish | HAH BAY 20 |
A league and a half, where the Blackwater flows, | HAH MOI 10 |
A league and a half, where the Blackwater flows, | HAH MOI 10 |
For a league and a half to the Blackwater river | HAH MOI 25 |
For a league and a half to the Blackwater river | HAH MOI 25 |
Half-smiling, half-weeping a welcome to me. | HAH MOI 28 |
But where is his Lordship, who once in a phaeton | HAH SMA 6 |
His mansion's a ruin, his woods are cut down. | HAH SMA 9 |
A Dublin-like look for the town's Upper Ten. | HAH SMA 17 |
To attempt a description were merely prosaic, | HAH SMA 40 |
O'er a smooth granite cross of a Celtic design, | HAH MOR 2 |
O'er a smooth granite cross of a Celtic design, | HAH MOR 2 |
In a corner of Wilts 'twixt the chalk and the cheese. | HAH MOR 4 |
In a village of England your bones should have rest. | HAH MOR 8 |
From a great Irish house to its final abode. | HAH MOR 16 |
Or maybe a rath with a round tower near | HAH MOR 17 |
Or maybe a rath with a round tower near | HAH MOR 17 |
A steeply gabled farm | HAH GCR 6 |
'Mid ash trees and a sycamore | HAH GCR 7 |
A village street a manor house | HAH GCR 9 |
A village street a manor house | HAH GCR 9 |
A church then, tally ho! | HAH GCR 10 |
We pounded through a housing scheme | HAH GCR 11 |
As we hooted round a bend, | HAH GCR 18 |
From a curtained front-window did | HAH GCR 19 |
Colts in a paddock ran from us | HAH GCR 31 |
A trail of glory runs | HAH GCR 46 |
Thin witness of a congregation, | HAH MAT 3 |
Stone emblem of a Handel choir; | HAH MAT 4 |
A tossed and stony ocean nearing | HAH MAT 15 |
In many a coffee-coloured room; | HAH MAT 34 |
A sense of doom, a dread to see | HAH MAT 41 |
A sense of doom, a dread to see | HAH MAT 41 |
A sylvan expansion | HAH EDW 11 |
Serene on a Sunday | HAH EDW 15 |
And over a pew there | HAH EDW 29 |
In Ealing on a Sunday | HAH SKI 17 |
In Ealing on a Monday | HAH SKI 19 |
And a gentle gale from Perivale | HAH SKI 31 |
Hang on the village like a pall; | HAH UFF 2 |
Imprisoned in a cage of sound | HAH UFF 7 |
A game of Grandmother's Steps on the vicarage grass | HAH ANG 9 |
Father, a little more sherry. I'll fill your glass. | HAH ANG 10 |
Yet, under the Travers baroque, in a limewashed whiteness, | HAH ANG 16 |
When Faith was taught and fanned to a golden blaze. | HAH ANG 20 |
Of many a Pooter and his Caroline, | HAH WIL 5 |
A stile or two across the dairy farms | HAH WIL 16 |
On a shining day of October we remembered you, Commander, | HAH COM 1 |
A clean sky streamed through institutional windows | HAH COM 5 |
In half-an-hour a day of days | HAH AUT 4 |
A grass and sandy stairway, | HAH HON 10 |
He knew how on a summer day | HAH HON 13 |
A gentle guest, a willing host, | HAH HON 37 |
A gentle guest, a willing host, | HAH HON 37 |
Monody on the Death of a Platonist Bank Clerk | HAH HON 40 |
When I'm sweating a lot | HAH GOO 5 |
From the strain on a last bit of lung | HAH GOO 6 |
A haze of thunder hangs on the hospital rose-beds, | HAH FIV 5 |
A doctors' foursome out on the links is played, | HAH FIV 6 |
Making for home and a nice big tea and the telly | HAH FIV 11 |
Is harder to bear than a sharp incision of steel. | HAH FIV 14 |
The endless anonymous croak of a cheap transistor | HAH FIV 15 |
A Russell Flint | HAH FIV 16 |
I could see you in a Sussex teashop, | HAH FLI 5 |
I could see you as a large-eyed student, | HAH FLI 9 |
You were calm and gentle as a rock pool | HAH FLI 15 |
Tae a kirk by Temple Moore, | HAH REV 2 |
Wi' a tall choir and a lang nave | HAH REV 3 |
Wi' a tall choir and a lang nave | HAH REV 3 |
It's a far cry frae Harrogate | HAH REV 9 |
And mony a heathery mile | HAH REV 10 |
Tae a stane kirk wi' a wee spire | HAH REV 11 |
Tae a stane kirk wi' a wee spire | HAH REV 11 |
And a verra wee south aisle. | HAH REV 12 |
She puts my senses in a whirl, | HAH AGR 2 |
Such arms to take a man and press | HAH AGR 13 |
I was a delicate boy my parents' only | HAH NAR 7 |
She said a fate far worse than death awaited | HAH NAR 33 |
And once there was a man called Oscar Wilde. | HAH NAR 36 |
Open your story book and find a tale | HAH NAR 37 |
Mother will read her boy a page or two | HAH NAR 40 |
A man on his own in a car | HAH A30 1 |
A man on his own in a car | HAH A30 1 |
I'd like a nice blonde on my knee | HAH A30 13 |
I only give way to a Jag. | HAH A30 16 |
O age without a soul; | HAH PRO 3 |
The recent compensation of a K | HAH PRO 18 |
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant | HAH PRO 19 |
And a dozen guests expected at the table's polished oak, | HAH REP 2 |
Which is published as a vital adjunct to our cultural groups? | HAH REP 6 |
For a poetry recital we are giving to the troops. | HAH REP 8 |
You haven't? Then the one I wrote is not that I expect a notice | HAH REP 11 |
Betjeman, I bet your racket brings you in a pretty packet | HAH REP 13 |
To a kind face can I doubt it? mercifully mute so far. | HAH REP 18 |
The MCC send down an A team here. | HAH CRM 18 |
A fierce old eagle in whose piercing eye | HAH CRM 23 |
He introduced a thick Devonian. | HAH CRM 28 |
He didn't think you'd ever held a bat. | HAH CRM 41 |
In every school there is a sacred place | HAH CRM 54 |
A final survey of the boys' best clothes | HAH CRM 67 |
The duck-weed undulates; a mud-grey trout | NIP LWA 5 |
While this week's waits on many a step and sill | NIP LWA 15 |
The bells clash out. It seems a miracle | NIP LWA 18 |
On a Painting by Julius Olsson R. A. | NIP LWA 29 |
On a Painting by Julius Olsson R. A. | NIP LWA 29 |
It isn't art. It's only just a knack | NIP OLS 12 |
It fell from grace. Now, in a change of taste, | NIP OLS 13 |
Low-shot light of a sharp December | NIP BEA 1 |
Shifting, lifted a morning haze | NIP BEA 2 |
At the northern end of the street a vista | NIP BEA 7 |
Of sunlit woodland; and south, a tower; | NIP BEA 8 |
And little puffs of smoke without a sound | NIP HRT 3 |
His spondees and dactyls had quite a success, | NIP NWT 3 |
I notice a quiver come over my pen | NIP NWT 7 |
And a different doctrine expounded in each, | NIP NWT 12 |
In a uniform nothingness. This I first find | NIP NWT 23 |
Rises the dome of Saint Paul's, around it a forest of steeples | NIP WHI 7 |
In Portland stone and in lead, a human and cheerful collection, | NIP WHI 8 |
You stand in a long tradition; and we who are left salute you. | NIP WHI 17 |
A smell of deep-fry haunts the shore. | NIP DUC 10 |
See Cornwall, a pathetic sight, | NIP DUC 20 |
One day a tidal wave will break | NIP DUC 33 |
A waste of undulating ocean | NIP DUC 38 |
With, jutting out, a second Scilly, | NIP DUC 39 |
The Costa Blanca! Skies without a stain! | NIP COS 1 |
Owned by a charming Spaniard, Miguel, | NIP COS 10 |
To England. I'd run like a bloody hare | NIP COS 19 |
If I'd a chance, and how we both have yearned | NIP COS 20 |
A bit of what we had once over there. | NIP COS 22 |
Lenten Thoughts of a High Anglican | NIP COS 28 |
Because she has more of a cared-for air | NIP LEN 11 |
Than many a legal wife. | NIP LEN 12 |
A hint of the Unknown God. | NIP LEN 24 |
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; | NIP EXE 1 |
I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the firm's Cortina. | NIP EXE 2 |
I'm partly a liaison man and partly P. R. O. | NIP EXE 6 |
I've a scarlet Aston-Martin and does she go? She flies! | NIP EXE 10 |
I also own a speed-boat which has never touched the water. | NIP EXE 12 |
After a bird I used to know No soda, please, just plain | NIP EXE 14 |
Is a quiet country market town that's rather run to seed. | NIP EXE 18 |
A luncheon and a drink or two, a little savoir faire | NIP EXE 19 |
A luncheon and a drink or two, a little savoir faire | NIP EXE 19 |
A luncheon and a drink or two, a little savoir faire | NIP EXE 19 |
A dangerous structure notice from the Borough Engineer | NIP EXE 22 |
Meditation on a Constable Picture | NIP EXE 24 |
On a Thames unembanked which was wide and slow-flowing, | NIP MED 14 |
A Wembley Lad | NIP MED 20 |
That many a duke and duchess | NIP WEM 7 |
She'd be nervous in a palace | NIP WEM 15 |
A left and right! Well done, sir! | NIP COU 17 |
A thing but birds in air, | NIP COU 22 |
Then dinner with a neighbour, | NIP COU 29 |
A faux-bonhomme and dull as well, | NIP COU 33 |
Here, where to light a candle is to pray, | NIP GRO 16 |
With oleographs? you say. Oh, what a pity! | NIP GRO 27 |
Vicar, I hope it will not be a shock | NIP GRO 39 |
For matins of a sort but matins sung. | NIP GRO 42 |
There isn't a porter. The platform is made of sleepers. | NIP DIH 9 |
A faintly-ticking clock, | NIP MAN 2 |
On a bend sable three garbs or | NIP MAN 13 |
As flimsy as a folly. | NIP MAN 20 |
So sweet a rus in urbe. | NIP MAN 24 |
being at the time a minor.... Aleco | NIP SHT 3 |
Amateur typing by a constable | NIP SHT 8 |
And this new flat is such a good address | NIP SHT 14 |
And that's a thing they never will forgive, | NIP SHT 26 |
Especially now that I'm a Catholic. | NIP SHT 33 |
They must have set a trap for him, the brutes. | NIP SHT 53 |
The mother? No. She couldn't have. She's a pet. | NIP SHT 56 |
But frankly this is not a case for me. | NIP SHT 61 |
An obstetrician to do a dentist's job | NIP SHT 64 |
And that's, get hold of a solicitor. | NIP SHT 67 |
A lot depends upon the Magistrates. | NIP SHT 73 |
You never could have done a thing like that, | NIP SHT 84 |
Of course it takes all sorts to make a world | NIP SHT 96 |
I couldn't tell a woman from a man. | NIP SHT 99 |
I couldn't tell a woman from a man. | NIP SHT 99 |
I'd like a day or two to think it out. | NIP SHT 115 |
D'you like a slice of lemon with it? Good. | NIP SHT 118 |
To have a private word with you myself. | NIP SHT 121 |
I'd never take a prudish line myself, | NIP SHT 125 |
Now had you been the porter or a clerk | NIP SHT 128 |
A case like yours brings with it. | NIP SHT 136 |
You send a note to me, in which you say | NIP SHT 146 |
A Ballad of the Investiture 1969 | NIP SHT 152 |
I want a poem out of you | NIP BAL 12 |
And that, you said, is a command. | NIP BAL 15 |
To write a kind of rhyming letter. | NIP BAL 18 |
One of a varied congregation | NIP BAL 20 |
Bound for a single destination. | NIP BAL 25 |
To many a cara-circled town | NIP BAL 33 |
Awed strangers in a foreign land. | NIP BAL 36 |
Heads craning out to get a view, | NIP BAL 42 |
A mounting tension stilling all | NIP BAL 43 |
You wait upon a beach? | NIP BAL 57 |
A mother to her kneeling son | NIP BAL 62 |
You knelt a boy, you rose a man. | NIP BAL 67 |
You knelt a boy, you rose a man. | NIP BAL 67 |
A Mind's Journey to Diss | NIP NOB 12 |
The train slows down into a crawl | NIP DIS 25 |
Bestirs himself when a new lock appears. | NIP INL 2 |
Confirms a triumph now the moment nears | NIP INL 14 |
Not a teetotal almshouse, for I hear | NIP PAT 12 |
The reek of Ronuk on a parquet floor | NIP PAT 18 |
Pray go on living to a hundred yet! | NIP PAT 29 |