I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands…

What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle…

Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) – Between the end of the Chatterley ban And the…

‘Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to discover…

[excerpt] XXXVI Our Adonais has drunk poison – oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life’s early cup with such a…

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ beer, The publican ‘e up an’ sez, ‘We serve no red-coats here.’…