Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poems)
Remote and ineffectual DonThat dared attack my Chesterton,With that poor weapon, half-impelled,Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,Unworthy for a tilt with men—Your ...
Remote and ineffectual DonThat dared attack my Chesterton,With that poor weapon, half-impelled,Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,Unworthy for a tilt with men—Your ...
This sun was mine and yours; we shared it.Who's suffering behind the golden silk, who's dying?A woman beating her dry ...
THIS is the song of the Plane--The creaking, shrieking plane,The throbbing, sobbing plane,And the moaning, groaning wires:--The engine--missing again!One cylinder ...
This is the song of the Plane -The creaking, shrieking plane,The throbbing, sobbing plane,And the moaning, groaning wires:-The engine - ...
the fragment of dream in my heartis a shard of red glassthrough whichwe could watch the cloudsa tall transparent treea ...
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthdaythe crosses stuttering, white on tropical green,the years' quick focus of faces I do ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
(In the south of Italy the peasants put out the eyes of a captured quailso that its cries may attract ...
(_By Sir Giles, whom the Witch of Urm leads to Judas Iscariot_) Against a castle moated gloomily by a bitter ...
Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe, And tell the doleful tragedy ...
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken-The ...
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
If you have nothing to say keep silent let Ezra Pound speak from the shadows the splendid old man from ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
They don't want to be your hedge, Your barrier, your living wall, the no-go Go-between between your property And the ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
I bend to the ground to catch something whispered, urgent, drifting across the ditches. The heaviness of flies stuttering in ...
Two old crows sat on a fence rail. Two old crows sat on a fence rail, Thinking of effect and ...
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