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Are they clinging to their crosses… F. E. Smith, Where the Breton boat-fleet tosse… Are they, Smith? Do they, fasting, trembling, bleed…
There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeles… All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand,
The only possible excuse for this book is that it is an answer to a challenge. Even a bad shot is dignified when he accepts a duel. When some time ago I published a series of hasty but ...
The old earth keepeth her watch th… Alone in a voiceless void doth sta… Her orange flowers in her bosom fl… Her gold ring in her hand. The surfs of the long gold-crested…
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
SEE the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous v… Over Baden and Bavaria, And Brighton and Bulgaria,
When the first Christmas presents… Smelt sweeter than their frankince… And a wise man said, “We will not… “Nay,” said the next, “To all new… Bends the high gratitude of God;…
THE CARPENTERS St. Joseph to the Carpenters said… “The master shall have patience an… And your word unto your women shal… For the sake of me, your master, w…
In the city set upon slime and loa… They cry in their parliament ‘Who… And there comes no answer in arch… For none in the city of graves goe… Yet these shall perish and underst…
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree; You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
Under what withering leprous light The very grass as hair is grey, Grass in the cracks of the paven c… Of gods we graved but yesterday. Senate, republic, empire, all
Sunder me from my bones, O sword… Till they stand stark and strange… That I whose heart goes up with t… May marvel as much at these. Sunder me from my blood that in th…
When the long grey lines came floo… We stood and drank of the last fre… They had led us back from the lost… And stilled us: and our gaping gun… The grey tribes flowed for ever fr…
When Death was on thy drums, Demo… And with one rush of slaves the wo… In that high dawn that Kings shal… A void there was and Walter was n… Through sacked Versailles, at Val…
John Grubby, who was short and st… And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must ra…