Kitchener (George Orwell Poems)
No stone is set to mark his nation's loss, No stately tomb enshrines his noble breast;Not e'en the tribute of a ...
No stone is set to mark his nation's loss, No stately tomb enshrines his noble breast;Not e'en the tribute of a ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
Because a little vagrant wind veered south from China Sea;Or else, because a sun-spot stirred; and yet again, maybeBecause some ...
CHARLES: So, brother, I am out and yu are in. Farewell, farewell, to all my splendor bright! Yet, ...
'Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune, And lover's lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting ...
October 5: 1860Before the hero's grave he stood,--A simple stone of rest, and bareTo all the blessing of the air,--And ...
1810As who, while erst the Achaians wall'd the shore, Stood Atlas-like before,A granite face against the Trojan sea Of foes ...
Our Jack Canuck is active, He plays a pretty goal, But make swift runs to cover ...
All worthies are not sung in song. That live their lives and do their deeds Where wounded nature ...
Yet once more, my fellow-workers! Yet once more you lead the van,Armed with all unselfish motives, fighting for your fellowman.Never ...
I'd like to be the sort of man the flag could boast about;I'd like to be the sort of man ...
Friendship needs no studied phrases,Polished face, or winning wiles;Friendship deals no lavish praises,Friendship dons no surface smiles.Friendship follows nature's diction,Shuns ...
Oh! what a hollow and a bootless thing Is human life, to sum it all in all, From restless cradle ...
THE barren music of a word or phrase, The futile arts of syllable and stress, He sought. The poetry of ...
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
When I am tired of earnest men, Intense and keen and sharp and clever, Pursuing fame with brush or pen ...
Words of love, agape love, told to a hand, a foot, an ear, those with prophesy, with tongues to share, ...
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark, When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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