Leaves Murmuring by miriads in the shimme… Lives Wakening with wonder in the Pyren… Birds
Schoolmistress Having, with bold Horatius, stamp… And waved a final swashing arabesq… O’er the brave days of old, she ce… Slapped her Macaulay back upon th…
Down the close, darkening lanes th… To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces gri… Their breasts were stuck all white… As men’s are, dead.
Happy are men who yet before they… Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with th…
Be slowly lifted up, thou long bla… Great gun towering towards Heaven… Sway steep against them, and for y… Huge imprecations like a blasting… Reach at that Arrogance which nee…
My arms have mutinied against me —… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… My back’s been stiff for hours, da… Death never gives his squad a Sta… I can’t read. There: it’s no use.…
So the church Christ was hit and… Under its rubbish and its rubble. In cellars, packed—up saints long… Well out of hearing of our trouble… One Virgin still immaculate
It lieth low near merry England’s… Like a long—buried sin; and Engli… Forget that in its death their sir… And, like a sin, Time lays it bar… To tell of races wronged,
Our brains ache, in the merciless… Wearied we keep awake because the… Low drooping flares confuse our me… Worried by silence, sentries whisp… But nothing happens.
I mind as 'ow the night afore that… Us five got talking, —we was in th… “Over the top to—morrer; boys, we’… First wave we are, first ruddy wav… “Ah well,” says Jimmy, —an’ 'e’s…
A vague pearl, a wan pearl You showed me once; I peered thro… Until my mind was fog—bound in tha… Blue diamonds, cold diamonds You shook before me, so that out o…
Bugles sang, saddening the evening… And bugles answered, sorrowful to… Voices of boys were by the river—s… Sleep mothered them; and left the… The shadow of the morrow weighed o…
Ever again to breathe pure happine… So happy that we gave away our toy… We smiled at nothings, needing no… Have we not laughed too often sinc… Have we not stolen too strange and…
Who are these? Why sit they here… Wherefore rock they, purgatorial s… Drooping tongues from jays that sl… Baring teeth that leer like skulls… Stroke on stroke of pain,—but what…
Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and th… Be careful; can’t shake hands now;… Both arms have mutinied against me… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… I tried to peg out soldierly —no u…