How Rifleman Brown came to Valhalla (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
Forth from the dust and din,The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,The odour and sense of life and lust aflare,The ...
UNDER A FIGURE SYMBOLIZING THE CHURCHThou wast the fairest of all man-made things;The breath of heaven bore up thy cloudy ...
READING how Marco Polo cameBy bridle-path to Kanbalu,Forgotten fibres wake to flame,And smoke old memories anew . . . .For ...
(For Kenneth)CLOSE upon the window-glass pressed our eager faces-Hearts and torches all aflare, frame on frame of laces,Wreathing roses all ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride our track, And ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
Nudes -- stark and glistening, Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces And raging limbs Whirl over the floor one fire. ...
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