Stone Breaking (Duncan Campbell Scott Poems)
March wind roughClashed the trees,Flung the snow;Breaking stones,In the cold,Germans slowToiled and toiled;Arrowy sunGlanced and sprang,One right blitheGerman sang:Songs of ...
March wind roughClashed the trees,Flung the snow;Breaking stones,In the cold,Germans slowToiled and toiled;Arrowy sunGlanced and sprang,One right blitheGerman sang:Songs of ...
United around the flagWith one desire and one goalLet us pledge our word of honorTo fight for our salvationOnly he ...
Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water; Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scylla's ...
Of the poor bird that cannot flyKindly you think and mournfully;For prisoners and for exiles allYou let the tears of ...
That which Grecian art created,Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand,And in his museums gloriousShow the ...
Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow, For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven,For a great sign ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
March wind rough Clashed the trees, Flung the snow; Breaking stones, In the cold, Germans slow Toiled and toiled; Arrowy ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Seeking to find his home, Odysseus crosses each water; Through Charybdis so dread; ay, and through Scylla's wild yells, Through ...
That which Grecian art created, Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand, And in his museums ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Athwart the bed I watch the moonbeams cast a trail So bright, so cold, so frail, That for a space ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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