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ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES April in England battle Bearer Behold Belgium blood brave breath CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS dark dawn dead dear death deep Dick dream drums dust earth EDGAR LEE MASTERS England English eyes fell field fight fire flag flame Flanders Flanders fields flowers France German ghostly glad glory grim guns hand hear heard heart Heaven Hell hill honor JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY Kaiser Kartushkiya-Beroza King land laughter light live look Lord Lys river Mother mourn never night o'er peace plain REGINALD WRIGHT rendezvous with Death roar ROBERT J. C. STEAD rose shell ships sing sleep soldier song sons soul Spring stand stars sweetheart thee thine things thou thought thunder tramp trenches trumpet Twas watch waves weary WILFRID WILSON GIBSON wind wings word young
Pagina 38 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. And think, this heart, all evil shed away, A pulse in the eternal mind, no less Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given; Her sights and...
Pagina 118 - 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.
Pagina 232 - 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. It may be he shall take my hand And lead me into his dark land And close my eyes and quench my breath — It may be I shall pass him still. I have a rendezvous with...
Pagina 161 - PATTERNS I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths. My dress is richly figured, And the train Makes a pink and silver stain On the gravel, and the thrift Of the borders. Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping...
Pagina 162 - Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes. Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade. And I sink on a seat in the shade Of a lime tree. For my passion Wars against the stiff brocade.
Pagina 120 - 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 sings; But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
Pagina 157 - THE SPIRES OF OXFORD (SEEN FROM THE TRAIN) Winifred M. Letts I saw the spires of Oxford As I was passing by, The gray spires of Oxford Against a pearl-gray sky, My heart was with the Oxford men Who went abroad to die. The years go fast in Oxford The golden years and gay, The hoary Colleges look down On careless boys at play. But when the bugles sounded war They put their games away. They left the peaceful river, The cricket field, the quad, The shaven lawns of Oxford To seek a bloody sod— They...
Pagina 219 - Of all the world has ever known, Or ever been, has made itself So plain to you, and you alone? "Your Dollar, Dove and Eagle make A Trinity that even you Rate higher than you rate yourselves; It pays, it flatters, and it's new.