Of Grandcourt (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Melek the sultan, tired and wan,Nodded at noon on the divan.Beside the fountain lingered nearJamil the bard, and the vizier ...
You strange old ghouls,Who gloat with dulled old eyes,Over those lists,Those dreadful lists,To see what nameOf friend of relation,However distant,May ...
I have travelled in many countries, hard to travel in,And got no result;Giving up pride of birth and position,I have ...
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo!II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, ...
What! And it was so! Thou wert then Death—stricken from behind, O heart of hearts! and they were men, That ...
When icy blasts blow fierce and wild, Cutting the face like steel, And summer's heart is trodden ...
Hi, Cockalorum! But - Misery me!What is the aftermath going to be? With joy at its zenith and sorrow its ...
Hell hath enlarged its borders, While Satan sits in state, And gives his servants orders ...
Exalt thyself: be more than man,Be saint or be magician,And where the burning Sword awaitsDefy the old seraphic ban.Thy will, ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched ...
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
He had a knife! a willing accomplice and three accessories before the fact They didn't stand a chance, their four ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
No servile little fear shall daunt my will This morning. I have courage steeled to say I will be lazy, ...
(To Edgar Lee Masters, with great respect) HERE upon the prarie Is our ancestral hall. Agate is the dome, Cornelian ...
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