Eton Poems - Poems about Eton

...RED One hundred years ago in Pollockshaws A man was laid to rest, From humble beginnings to a martyr They buried Scotland’s best. A man who stood for the people A man unshaken and proud, T......

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...Thank ye all fer coming te this feast Many a fine lady accompanied by there beast Enjoy your broth as a wee starter Were joined together for friendship n banter Followed by the ode to the haggi......

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...Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies Burn oor birches aside the lough, Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, Dictating oor days tae come, No from the pint o a gun, Fae laws an promis......

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...Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’......

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...… where ignorance is bliss, / ‘Tis folly to be wise. Informed about the choices— the mainstay o’ adulthood— we often smother voices; in good stead they have stood. Grapple with, ****......

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...This letter arrived this morning.. "Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art And the diversity and universality of myth Your work ill......

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...I am seeing health specialists over a serious concern, for a year I've had a sick note which says I can't work, always paying less benefit than they say I should earn, and it's now mandatory fo......

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...Quis? Ego ~ on the anointing of Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson So what if it was just a drunken dare Quis? Ego! Made at Eton long ago I dub thee Boris of the Golden Hair Servus, servum, se......

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...We played on all weather turf which was mud and a few sods of grass Dribbled like Pele and Eusebio in old boot for that one killer pass From straight after school until there was not one single......

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...What the Butler Heard Extract from a memoir Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall, Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball. Noses upturned with a touch of conceit, Hob-Knobbing with......

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...The past is present, life and death, Upon whose altar passions burn And every one, in its own turn, Bequeaths to doom its sweetest breath. When time sinks deep within the mind And wakes dim me......

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...Unknown to most, forgotten by the rest, Unblemished reason flickers in the night’s Unending gloom, persistent in its quest Until its vigor kindles brighter lights. Beset by whispers from a living......

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...A nest of sorrows built in ages past Clings tight to branches in the tree of life Atop the snowy mountain, where the last Warm breath of summer died by winter’s knife. The voice of starlight wh......

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...From deep within the winter night A voice shall wake and soar on high With never but a single light To shine upon its bitter cry. A voice, a heart, a face, a star Shall roam above the woods o......

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...Long, wasteful years might hurry by Before we scrutinize the sky And come to learn that we’re alone, Though free indeed to soar and roam The fated space of destiny, Where dreams of immortality......

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