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Pity him, this dupe of dream, Leader of the herd again Only in his daft old brain, Once again the bull supreme And bull enough to bear the part Only in his tameless heart. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Bull (l. 164-168). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
Picture that orchard sprite, Eve, with her body white, Supple and smooth to her Slim finger tips, (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. Eve (l. 25-28). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)
And in the shops nothing For people to eat; Nothing for sale in Stupidity Street. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. Stupidity Street (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
"Eva!" Each syllable Light as a flower fell; "Eva!" he whispered the Wondering maid; (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. Eve (l. 17-20). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)
For tamed and shabby tigers And dancing dogs and bears, And wretched, blind pit ponies And little hunted hares. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Bells of Heaven (l. 7-10). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)
Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. Time, You Old Gypsy Man (l. 1-4). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)
I did not pray Him to lay bare The mystery to me, Enough the rose was Heaven to smell, And His own face to see. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Mystery (l. 5-8). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)
Other hammers, muffled hammers, Silent hammers of decay. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Hammers (l. 11-12). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
Turns to meet the loathly birds Flocking round him from the skies, Waiting for the flesh that dies. (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Bull (l. 178-180). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
With his mother gaunt and lean In the valley warm and green, Full of baby wonderment, Blinking out of silly eyes At a hundred mysteries; (Ralph Hodgson (c. 1871-1962), British poet. The Bull (l. 68-72). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)
