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 ...
Tired with dull grief, grown old before my day,I sit in solitude and only hearLong silent laughters, murmurings of dismay,The ...
My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags The valley; flinch not you, my body young. At these great shouting ...
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