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Written by
John Betjeman |
Encase your legs in nylons,
Bestride your hills with pylons
O age without a soul;
Away with gentle willows
And all the elmy billows
That through your valleys roll.
Let's say goodbye to hedges
And roads with grassy edges
And winding country lanes;
Let all things travel faster
Where motor car is master
Till only Speed remains.
Destroy the ancient inn-signs
But strew the roads with tin signs
'Keep Left,' 'M4,' 'Keep Out!'
Command, instruction, warning,
Repetitive adorning
The rockeried roundabout;
For every raw obscenity
Must have its small 'amenity,'
Its patch of shaven green,
And hoardings look a wonder
In banks of floribunda
With floodlights in between.
Leave no old village standing
Which could provide a landing
For aeroplanes to roar,
But spare such cheap defacements
As huts with shattered casements
Unlived-in since the war.
Let no provincial High Street
Which might be your or my street
Look as it used to do,
But let the chain stores place here
Their miles of black glass facia
And traffic thunder through.
And if there is some scenery,
Some unpretentious greenery,
Surviving anywhere,
It does not need protecting
For soon we'll be erecting
A Power Station there.
When all our roads are lighted
By concrete monsters sited
Like gallows overhead,
Bathed in the yellow vomit
Each monster belches from it,
We'll know that we are dead.
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Written by
Francesco Petrarch |
SONNET I. Oimè il bel viso! oimè il soave sguardo! ON THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DEATH OF LAURA. Woe for the 'witching look of that fair face!The port where ease with dignity combined!Woe for those accents, that each savage mindTo softness tuned, to noblest thoughts the base!And the sweet smile, from whence the dart I trace,Which now leaves death my only hope behind!Exalted soul, most fit on thrones to 've shined,But that too late she came this earth to grace!For you I still must burn, and breathe in you;For I was ever yours; of you bereft,Full little now I reck all other care.With hope and with desire you thrill'd me through,When last my only joy on earth I left:—But caught by winds each word was lost in air. Anon., Ox., 1795. Alas! that touching glance, that beauteous face!Alas! that dignity with sweetness fraught!Alas! that speech which tamed the wildest thought!That roused the coward, glory to embrace!Alas! that smile which in me did encaseThat fatal dart, whence here I hope for nought—Oh! hadst thou earlier our regions sought,The world had then confess'd thy sovereign grace!In thee I breathed, life's flame was nursed by thee,For I was thine; and since of thee bereaved,[Pg 233]Each other woe hath lost its venom'd sting:My soul's blest joy! when last thy voice on meIn music fell, my heart sweet hope conceived;Alas! thy words have sped on zephyrs' wings! Wollaston.
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