Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For…

That Whitsun, I was late getting away:     Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out, All windows down, all cushions hot, all sense Of…

“Dockery was junior to you, Wasn’t he?” said the Dean. “His son’s here now.” Death-suited, visitant, I nod. “And do You keep in touch with -” Or remember how Black-gowned,…

‘Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to discover that I had been ruined, and for some…

I’ve paid for your sickest fancies; I’ve humoured your crackedest whim – Dick, it’s your daddy, dying; you’ve got to listen to him! Good for a fortnight, am I? The…

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the…

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by servants to the number of four. Now when she died…

[excerpts] from Book I What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield:…

S’io credessi che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza più scosse. Ma per ció che giammai di questo fondo Non tornó viva…

II. A Game of Chess     The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines From…

Thou hast committed— Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. I Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon…