La Gorgues (Ivor Gurney Poems)
The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander,So be the Fates were kind and our Commander;With a ...
The long night, the short sleep, and La Gorgues to wander,So be the Fates were kind and our Commander;With a ...
Oh, to feel the fresh breeze blowingFrom lone ridges yet untrod!Oh, to see the far peak growingWhiter as it climbs ...
What poets sang in Atlantis? Who can tellThe epics of Atlantis or their names?The sea hath its own murmurs, and ...
The guns were silent, and the silent hillshad bowed their grasses to a gentle breezeI gazed upon the vales and ...
Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;But leave unsung the epics of thy landTil thou and time have made ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
THOU that wouldst enter here, Hold thy breath inward with an holy fear; Put off thy shoes, thou in this ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
Come away with me, Tom,Term and talk are done;My poor lads are reaping,Busy every one.Curates mind the parish,Sweepers mind the ...
About me leagues of houses lie, Above me, grim and straight and high, They climb; the terraces lean up Like ...
Where is Australia, singer, do you know? These sordid farms and joyless factories, Mephitic mines and lanes of pallid woe? ...
I work upon the line to-day, The rails on either side of me,But all my fancies wing their way, Like ...
If thou hast merely art mosaicwiseTo cramp just fourteen lines with rhymes just five;If thou our Shakespeare's sonnet half despiseBecause ...
I saw a Melancholy WaspUpon a Purple Clover Knosp,Who wept, "The Poets do me Wrong,Excluding me from Noble Song—Though Pure ...
Lo! trembling all his transitory passion,The poet of a layCrowds in a feeble and fantastic fashion,And triumphs for a day;Whenas ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
I want you to continue writing because I will not always be around With lips that will never touch mine ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
1 AFTER all, not to create only, or found only, But to bring, perhaps from afar, what is already founded, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
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