Soldier Poets [first Series]: Songs of the Fighting MenBrentano's, 1919 - 105 pagine |
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BATTALION battle blood blue brave Goes breath bright C. H. SORLEY calm and brave clouds comrades dawn dead death delight dirty songs dreams earth Eve-and eyes face Faust fell fighting boar fire flame flowers Gallipoli GEOFFREY HOWARD Givenchy field gleam glory Goes the Red grave green hands heart heart of gold Heaven heroes hills of home horse Huns JULIAN GRENFELL Jumna Knight to save LANCASHIRE FUSILIERS LANCE-CORPORAL lark laugh leaped leaves fall LIEUT light lives lonely Lord Marthe MIDDLESEX REGIMENT mist Mussourie neath Neuve-Chapelle night No-Man's-Land o'er pale peace Perchance poems poetry pride rain REGIMENT RIFLES roar Running stream shadow shine silence Silver throats sing sleep smile soldier poets song sorrow soul spirit stand stars strife sullen sweet sword tears thee thine thro thrush trees trench twilight volume watch weaves Whispers wind wine wings youth
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Pagina 29 - The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air death moans and sings; But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
Pagina 27 - THE naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's gaze glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze; And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light, And a striving evermore for these; And he is dead who will not fight; And who dies fighting has increase. The fighting man shall from the sun Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth; Speed with the light-foot winds to run, And with the trees to newer birth; And find, when fighting shall be done, Great rest, and...
Pagina 88 - Ja! diesem Sinne bin ich ganz ergeben, Das ist der Weisheit letzter Schluß: Nur der verdient sich Freiheit wie das Leben, Der täglich sie erobern muß! Und so verbringt, umrungen von Gefahr, Hier Kindheit, Mann und Greis sein tüchtig Jahr. Solch ein Gewimmel möcht ich sehn!
Pagina 29 - SHINING black in the shining light, Inky black in the golden sun, Graceful as the swallow's flight, Light as swallow, winged one, Swift as driven hurricane — Double-sinewed stretch and spring, Muffled thud of flying feet, See the black dog galloping, Hear his wild foot-beat. See him lie when the day is dead, Black curves curled on the boarded floor. Sleepy eyes, my sleepy-head— Eyes that were aflame before. Gentle now, they burn no more; Gentle now and softly warm, With the fire that made them...
Pagina 28 - In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours, Before the brazen frenzy starts, The horses show him nobler powers ; O patient eyes, courageous hearts ! And when the burning moment breaks, And all things else are out of mind, And only joy of battle takes Him by the throat, and makes him blind, Through joy and blindness he shall know Not caring much to know, that still Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so That it be not the Destined Will. The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air death moans and...
Pagina 28 - Dog-Star, and the Sisters Seven, Orion's Belt and sworded hip. The woodland trees that stand together, They stand to him each one a friend; They gently speak in the windy weather; They guide to valley and ridge's end. The kestrel hovering by day, And the little owls that call by night, Bid him be swift and keen as they, As keen of ear, as swift of sight. [38] The blackbird sings to him, 'Brother, brother, If this be the last song you shall sing, Sing well, for you may not sing another; Brother, sing.
Pagina 61 - By all the glories of the day And the cool evening's benison, By that last sunset touch that lay Upon the hills when day was done, By beauty lavishly outpoured And blessings carelessly received, By all the days that I have lived Make me a soldier, Lord. By all of all man's hopes and fears, And all the wonders poets sing, The laughter of unclouded years, And every...
Pagina 22 - To My Mother— 1916 If I should fall, grieve not that one so weak And poor as I Should die. Nay, though thy heart should break, Think only this: that when at dusk they speak Of sons and brothers of another one, Then thou canst say, 'I, too, had a son, He died for England's sake.
Pagina 62 - A LEAPING wind from England, The skies without a stain, Clean cut against the morning Slim poplars after rain, The foolish noise of sparrows And starlings in a wood — After the grime of battle We know that these are good.
Pagina 32 - The horse is filled with spirit rare, His heart is bold and free ; The bright steel flashes in the air, And glitters hungrily. But these were little use before The Lord He made the fighting boar. The ruby wine doth banish care, But it confounds the head ; The fickle fair is light...