The Shadow Of The Cross (John McCrae Poems)
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may — Sleep, oh, sleep!" Eugene Field.Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,The soft wind sang to ...
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still ...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky ...
My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath, Wherefore the Gods forbade that I ...
I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh ...
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight ...
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