The First Battle of Ypres (Margaret Louisa Woods Poems)
Grey field of Flanders, grim old battle-plain,What armies held the iron line round Ypres in the rain,From Bixschoote to Baecelaere ...
Grey field of Flanders, grim old battle-plain,What armies held the iron line round Ypres in the rain,From Bixschoote to Baecelaere ...
A fairy ringDrawn in the crimson of a battle-plain —From whose weird circle every loathsome thing And sight and sound of ...
Twilight o'er the East is stealing, And the sun is in the vale: 'T is a fitting moment, stranger, To relate a wondrous ...
Under the orchard boughs, That drop red leaves like coals into the grass. The golden arrows of the sunset fall; And on the ...
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
SHE rose amid the Nations, tall and fair, The wide South seas kissed at her garment hem, Lights of new ...
The pale discrowned stacks of maize, Like spectres in the sun,Stand shivering nigh Avonaise, Where all is dead and gone.The sere leaves ...
Not with a conqueror's songThy courts, O God, we throng,For battles gained;No cannon's sulphurous throat,No trumpet, gives its note,No banners ...
'Tis strange, profanely strange, but men will stand Upon some spot of blighted happiness,Where the Omnipotent's mysterious hand Has fallen with disaster ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
"THOU, bright Futurity! whose prospect beams, In dawning radiance on our day-light dreams; Whose lambent meteors and ethereal forms Gild ...
'Among many nations was there no King like him.' -Nehemiah, xiii, 26. 'Know ye not that there is a ...
Voice of the gifted elder time!Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,How ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
She rose up in the early dawn,And white and silently she movedAbout the house. Four men had goneTo battle for ...
HE lay upon the battle-field,His forehead to the sky,The death-damp in his matted hair,And dim his glazing eye;Embalmed within his ...
Let there be light. Light to the darkened mindBear, like the sun, the world's wide circle round,Bright messengers ...
The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,The captive eagle dies for rage. Lady of the Lake. 'Twas a trumpet's pealing ...
Floating away like the fountains' spray,Or the snow-white plume of a maiden,The smoke-wreaths rise to the starlit skiesWith blissful fragrance ...
Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well Not to rest near his pillow below; ...
(Time -- the Ninth Century) To-morrow, comrade, we On the battle-plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! ...
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