The Famous Historie: Cap. XVI (Patrick Gordon Poems)
The Argument.The English armie furth before their KingTo mater comes and all their foraigne aidDouglas returnd recounteth eurie thingDitchis t'intrap ...
The Argument.The English armie furth before their KingTo mater comes and all their foraigne aidDouglas returnd recounteth eurie thingDitchis t'intrap ...
They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure ...
Now glory to the Lord of hosts, from whom all glories are!And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of ...
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen, Who dash through fire and flood,And spend with equal thoughtlessness Your money and your blood,I sing of that ...
When you get tight in foreign lands You never need go slinking,No female neighbours lift their hands And say "The brute!-he's drinking!"No ...
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear-Because he is old and feeble, ...
(The Frankfurter Zeitung states that Belgium intrigued with England and France to drag Germany into war.)BIG bully Belgium,Breathing blood and ...
TIS April! 'Tis a holyday! and they shut close yester-even The golden gates of Sydenham with the clang of iron ...
A memory of the past hath wondrous powerTo gild the present, and to throw a veilOf rare enchantment o'er the ...
I Gloom! An October like November; August a hundred thousand hours, And all September, A hundred thousand, dragging sunlit days,And ...
In Antwerp, Bruges, Ostend and Ghent I used to order food with ...
GODS of the desert! you are they We shun from childhood's earliest breath;Our passing joys are but your prey; ...
I hate dot teufel, Johnnie Bull, (Der Kaiser says I must) Mit rage mine heart is filled ...
'Night. Fog. Tall through the murky gloomThe coloured lights of signals loom,And underneath my boot I feelThe long recumbent lines ...
I climbed the stair in Antwerp church, What time the circling thews of sound At sunset seem to heave it ...
IT'S copied out at last: very poor stuff Writ in the cold, with pauses of the cramp. Direct, dear William, ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
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