 | 1917 - 434 pagine
...of one, perhaps the least hackneyed of these : ' Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying,...those who would have been. Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow ! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long,... | |
 | 1915 - 632 pagine
...all.' The third sonnet realises what the dead have given us who gave their everything to England : ' gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that...those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.' They gave us honour and nobleness and love, to use for England's sake ; but what... | |
 | American Association for International Conciliation - 1922 - 702 pagine
...lines of young Rupert Brooke, himself destined a little later to lay down his life in the great cause: "These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet...those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality." And Europe's great tragedy has been the loss of such lives and the upset of her... | |
 | Rupert Brooke - 1915 - 192 pagine
...these poor limbs die, safest of all. III. The Dead BLOW out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying,...those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and... | |
 | Rupert Brooke - 1915 - 76 pagine
...these poor limbs die, safest of all. III. THE DEAD Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying,...Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men caU age ; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow... | |
 | Rupert Brooke - 1915 - 180 pagine
...understands, as seldom even English poetry has understood, the unspeakable beauty of the thought: " These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet...and those who would have been. Their sons, they gave — their immortality. I am strangely mistaken if the accent of the noblest English poetry does not... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1915 - 642 pagine
...all.' The third sonnet realises what the dead have given us who gave their everything to England : ' gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that...those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.' They gave us honour and nobleness and love, to use for England's sake ; but what... | |
 | Sir Oliver Lodge - 1915 - 258 pagine
...meet with keener receptivity than ever before. : Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old But dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold, Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage ; And nobleness... | |
 | Mary C. Sturgeon - 1916 - 344 pagine
...the age for which he stood, now irrevocably lost. Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying,...those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow ! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long,... | |
 | Dixon Scott - 1916 - 344 pagine
...Death. Finally, there is this royal requiem : — Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead ! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying,...and those who would have been Their sons, they gave their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow ! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long,... | |
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Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that... 
