Hymn tunes are the nearest we've got to English folk music..

Ludlow....is probably the loveliest town in England with its hill of Georgian houses ascending from the river Teme to the great tower of the cross-sh….

I don't think I am any good. If I thought I was any good, I wouldn't be..

History must not be written with bias, and both sides must be given, even if there is only one side..

Too many people in the modern world view poetry as a luxury, not a necessity like petrol. But to me it's the oil of life..

On out deathbeds we're not going to regret all the work we didn't do. We're going to regret all the sex we didn't have!.

People's backyards are much more interesting than their front gardens, and houses that back on to railways are public benefactors..

I have a Vision of the Future, chum. The workers flats in fields of soya beans tower up like silver pencils, score on score..

And now, dear Lord, I cannot wait Because I have a luncheon date..

Norfolk would not be Norfolk without a church tower on the horizon or round a corner up a lane. We cannot spare a single Norfolk church. When a churc….

It's strange that those we miss the most Are those we take for granted..

I ought to warn you that my verse is of no interest to people who can think..

And behind their frail partitions Business women lie and soak, Seeing through the draughty skylight Flying clouds and railway smoke. Rest you there, ….

What the Londoner sees in his mind's eye is that cluster of towers and pinnacles seen from Pentonville Hill and outlined against a foggy sunset, and ….

Topography is one of my chief themes in my poetry, about the country, the suburbs and the seaside. Then there comes love... and increasingly; the fea….

There are two thing you need for a jolly good hymn.The first is a set of words that expresses the mood or sentiment of the worshipper.The second-and ….

And I think it was the outline of that church tower at Belaugh against the sky which gave me a passion for churches so that every church I've past si….

Gracious Lord, oh bomb the Germans. Spare their women for Thy Sake, And if that is not too easy, We will pardon Thy Mistake. But, gracious Lord, what….

And London shops on Christmas Eve Are strung with silver bells and flowers As hurrying clerks the City leave To pigeon-haunted classic towers, And ma….

I am still reeling with delight at the soaring majesty of Norfolk..

Imprisoned in a cage of sound, even the trivial seems profound.