• Avril Anderson

    Drop English earth on him beneath
    Do our sons; and their sons bequeath
    His glories and our pride and grief
    At Bladon.

    For Lionheart that lies below
    That feared not toil nor tears nor foe.
    Let the oak stand tho’ tempests blow
    At Bladon.

    So Churchill sleeps, yet surely wakes
    Old Warrior where the morning breaks
    On sunlit uplands. But the heart aches
    At Bladon.

  • Adam Smith

    People of the same trade seldom meet together, even for merriment and diversion, but the conversation ends in a conspiracy against the public, or in some contrivance to raise prices.

  • E E Cummings

    be of love(a little)
    More careful
    Than of everything
    guard her perhaps only
    A trifle less
    (merely beyond how very)
    closely than
    Nothing,remember love by
    frequent
    anguish(imagine
    Her least never with most
    memory)give entirely each
    Forever its freedom
    (Dare until a flower,
    understanding sizelessly
    sunlight
    Open what thousandth why
    and
    discover laughing)