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All day beneath the hurtling shell… Before my burning eyes Hover the dainty demoiselles— The peacock dragon-flies. Unceasingly they dart and glance
AS I was marching in Flanders A ghost kept step with me— Kept step with me and chuckled And muttered ceaselessly: “Once I too marched in Flanders,
I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…
Neck-deep in mud, He mowed and raved— He who had braved The field of bl… And as a lad Just out of school
They ask me where I’ve been, And what I’ve done and seen. But what can I reply Who know it wasn’t I, But someone just like me,
HER day out from the workhouse-wa… A grey-haired woman, decent and pr… With prim black bonnet and neat pa… Among the other children by the st… And with grave relish eats a penny…
Absorbing the clear green tranquil… Through the last hour before his e… In the lush verdure by the ruined… Tranced in a spell of viridescent… That with a solace of calm lucency
HE went, and he was gay to go; And I smiled on him as he went. My son, ’twas well he couldn’t kno… My darkest dread, nor what it mean… Just what it meant to smile and sm…
Two rows of cabbages, Two of curly-greens Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney beans. That’s what he keeps muttering,
ALL day the mallet thudded far be… My garret, in an old ramshackle sh… Where ceaselessly, with stiffly no… And rigid motions ever to and fro A figure like a puppet in a show
Stephen, wake up! There’s some on… Quick, to the window... Oh, you’l… I hear the front door opening quie… Did you forget, last night, to tur… A foot is on the stairs—nay, just…
As gaudy flies across a pewter pla… On the grey disk of the unrippling… Beneath an airless, sullen sky of… Dazzled destroyers zig-zag restles… While underneath the sleek and liv…
Wind-flicked and ruddy her young b… In sunny shallows, splashing them… But when on rippled, silver sand s… And over her the little green wave… Coldly translucent and moon-colour…
AS one, at midnight, wakened by t… Of golden-plovers in their seaward… Who lies and listens, as the clear… Through tingling silence of the fr… Who lies and listens, till the las…
Roman, Roman, what do you here? Your great Wall is fallen this ma… Fallen, fallen, the Roman Wall; And green grow the bent and the mo… The wind and the rain have tumbled…