Upon Watts’ Picture “Sic Transit” (John McCrae Poems)
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."But yesterday the tourney, all the ...
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."But yesterday the tourney, all the ...
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 ...
I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said, "Is it ...
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have." But yesterday the tourney, all ...
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 ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood ...
". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the ...
I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, ...
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence ...
One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease From darkening with strife the fair World's light, We who are great ...
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine." I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of ...
I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until ...
Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey ...
The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, ...
"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his ...
If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought, And ...
An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, The grey of a pauper's gown, A soldier's grave in Zululand, And a ...
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he ...
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle ...
My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath, Wherefore the Gods forbade that I ...
Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to ...
-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, -- "The ...
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