Perch Fishing (Edmund Blunden Poems)
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue ...
When winter shuts a fellow in and turns the lock upon his door,There's nothing else for him to do but ...
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,If each every minute looked after himself and good things ...
OF ALL the ships that sail life's sea,The Comradeship's the one for me;In weather fair or weather foul,A pleasant breeze ...
Though some may yearn for titles great, and seek the frills of fame,I do not care to have an extra ...
When Baby strayed, it seemed to me,Sun, moon and stars waned suddenly.At once, with frenzied haste, my feetRan ...
I have no wish, my little lad, To climb the towering heights of fame.I am content to be your dad ...
Immortal life is something to be earned,By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,And patient seeking after higher truths.We cannot follow our ...
I WONDER what the trees will say,The trees that used to share his play,An' knew him as the little ladWho ...
Night held me as I crawled and scrambled nearThe Turkish lines. Above, the mocking starsSilvered the curving parapet, and clearCloud-latticed ...
"I FEAR no power a woman wields While I can have the woods and fields, With comradeship alone of gun, ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant of Art; They walked together, heart communed with heart ...
I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
"There's something in your face, Michael, I've seen it all the day; There's something quare that wasn't there when first ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her charm, Peopled the silent ...
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