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In this red havoc of the patient e… Though higher yet the tide of batt… Now has the hero cast away disguis… And out of ruin splendour comes to… This is the field where Death and…
UP and down, up and down They go, the gray rat, and the bro… The telegraph lines are tangled ha… Motionless on the sullen air An engine has fallen on its back,
THE far guns boom: shell-struck t… Skyward athunder, dust of rose and… The staring villa stands. So goes… The limelight lives: extinguished…
A ship sails up to Bideford; Upon a western breeze, Mast by mast, sail over sail, She rises from the seas, And sights the hills of Devon
These who were children yesterday Now move in lovely flight, Swift-glancing as the shooting sta… That cleave the summer night; A moment flashed, they came and we…
FAREWELL, the village leaning… And all the cawing rooks that home… The bees; the drowsy anthem of the… The willows winding under April s… We watch the breakers crashing on…
THE spire is gone, that slept for… Mirrored among the lilies, calm an… And now the water holds but empty… Through which the rivers of the th… The church lies broken near the fa…
Here lies a clerk who half his lif… Toiling at ledgers in a city grey, Thinking that so his days would dr… With no lance broken in life’s tou… Yet ever ’twixt the books and his…
NOW that the soul has left its th… Behind your mortal eyes, And light, and colour and sound ar… From the body’s palaces: Still in his wood the blackbird ca…
O SILVER one, O silver one, Above the valley of the Bane: O stem with snow-water agleam, And glistening limbs, and trails o… The sun has sent a slanting kiss:
THOR draws a chord invisible Across the shaking sky: I hear the tearing of the shell, The bullets sing and cry, As, charging through the flames of…
When the bow-waves race through th… and aft are the boiling trails, What ship is that in the fading li… with the press and the wind in her… When the salvo flashes through the…
Hail! O Baby of the May In the bubbling river-bed, Playing where the cannon play, With the shrapnel overhead! Sparkling in and flashing out
WHEN first I saw you, in eclipse… A veil about your head, And wondered at those unseen lips With wit bediamonded: Then laughing down the street I w…
Mourn not for these, the children… On Flemish plains and far Aegean… Mourn not for these, who had no pe… Hang high their swords in churches… Whose deeds have spoken so, beyond…