Preparations For Victory (Edmund Blunden Poems)
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and ...
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
'And all her silken flanks with garlands drest' - But we are coming to the sacrifice. Must those flowers who ...
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