A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War, 1914-1917George Herbert Clarke Houghton Mifflin, 1917 - 280 pagine |
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Alan Seeger American battle BATTLE OF LIÈGE beauty Binyon blood brave breath bright British burning Captain Charles Hamilton Sorley comrades dark dawn dead dear death died dream drums earth Eden Phillpotts England English eyes face faith fall fell field fight fire Flags of France flame Flanders Fleurette flowers France Frederick George Scott glad glory hand Harvest Moon hath heard heart heaven hell hill Honour hope John Masefield Josephine Preston Peabody Kilmeny Laurence Binyon Lieutenant light lips live London look Lord March Messrs morning never night o'er Oxford pain peace Poems prayer Red Cross Regiment rendezvous with Death road Robert rose Royal Rupert Brooke shadows shell sing Skyros sleep soldier song soul spirit stand stars stood sword tears thee thine thou thought trench vive War-Time Wilfrid Wilson Gibson wind wounded writings include
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Pagina 151 - I have a rendezvous with Death On some scarred slope of battered hill, When Spring comes round again this year And the first meadow-flowers appear. God knows 't were better to be deep Pillowed in silk and scented down, Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath, Where hushed awakenings are dear . . . But I've a rendezvous with Death...
Pagina 223 - Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again ; And we have come into our heritage.
Pagina 155 - 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.
Pagina 155 - 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. 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 101 - Men who marck away! Is it a purblind prank, O think you, Friend with the musing eye Who watch us stepping by, With doubt and dolorous sigh? Can much pondering so hoodwink you ? Is it a purblind prank, O think you, Friend with the musing eye?
Pagina 151 - I HAVE a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air — I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
Pagina 12 - A SONG of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song; We lift our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, — England ! Glory of thought and glory of deed, Glory of Hampden and Runnymede; Glory of ships that sought far goals, Glory of swords and glory of souls! Glory of songs mounting as birds, Glory immortal of magical words; Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson, Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott; Glory...
Pagina 154 - 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 fullness after dearth.
Pagina 225 - They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.
Pagina 223 - These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs, And sunset, and the colors of the earth. These had seen movement, and heard music; known Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended; Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone; Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended. There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter And lit by the rich skies, all...