A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War, 1914-1919George Herbert Clarke Hodder & Stoughton, 1919 - 448 pagine |
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A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War, 1914-1919 George Herbert Clarke Visualizzazione completa - 1917 |
A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War, 1914-1919 George Herbert Clarke Visualizzazione completa - 1919 |
A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War, 1914-1919 George Herbert Clarke Visualizzazione completa - 1919 |
Parole e frasi comuni
Army battle beauty birds blood blow blue brave breath bugles Captain CONNAUGHT RANGERS dark dawn dead death deep Doran Company dreams earth England eyes face fields fight fire flame Flanders flower France Francis Ledwidge George Edward Woodberry ghostly glory golden gone gray green grey guns hand hear heart heaven Hell hills immortal kings lads land Laurence Binyon leaving Lieutenant light live Lochaber London look Lord Luthany Lys river Magna Carta Miss morning Neil Munro Niagara night o'er Oxford peace plain poet poetry pride rain ruin Rupert Brooke SAINT Serbia shadow shine silent singing skies sleep song soul spirit Spring stars sweet sword T. P. Cameron Wilson tears thee There's thine things thou thunder towers trees trench voice waves Westminster Gazette whisper Wilfrid Wilson Gibson wind wings wood York young Ypres
Brani popolari
Pagina 274 - IN Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Pagina 95 - Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go onward the same Though dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by; War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die.
Pagina 169 - Who is so safe as we?' We have found safety with all things undying, £ The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth, The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth. We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, Secretly armed against all death's endeavour; Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall; And if these poor limbs die, safest...
Pagina vii - Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's at the stake.
Pagina 108 - Because there's always lots to fill one's life. And all the while, in street or lane or byway In country lane in city street or byway You walked among us, and we did not see. Your feet were bleeding, as You walked our pavements How did we miss Your foot-prints on our pavements ; Can there be other folk as blind as we? Now we remember over here in Flanders (It isn't strange to think of You in Flanders) This hideous warfare seems to make things clear, We never thought about You much in England But...
Pagina 109 - We never thought about You much in England, But now that we are far away from England We have no doubts — we know that You are here. You helped us pass the jest along the trenches, Where, in cold blood, we waited in the trenches ; You touched its ribaldry and made it fine. You stood beside us in our pain and weakness; We're glad to think You understand our weakness— Somehow it seems to help us not to whine. We think about You kneeling in the Garden — Ah, God ! the agony of that dread Garden...
Pagina 169 - Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping...
Pagina 135 - There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Pagina 177 - The old ridge-track, will be my way. High up among the sheep and sky, Look down on Wantage, passing by, And see the smoke from Swindon town : And then full left at Liddington, Where the four winds of heaven meet The earth-blest traveller to greet. And then my face is toward the south, There is a singing on my mouth: Away to rightward I descry My Barbury ensconced in sky, Far underneath the Ogbourne twins, And at my feet the thyme and whins, The grasses with their little crowns Of gold, the lovely...
Pagina 274 - Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe : To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.