War (Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen Poems)
The thunder has its lull from riot,The morning storm its evening quiet;The raving and rebellious oceanIts crystal calm, its rest ...
The thunder has its lull from riot,The morning storm its evening quiet;The raving and rebellious oceanIts crystal calm, its rest ...
ABOVE him spreads the purple sky, Beneath him spreads the ether sea,And everywhere about him lie Dim ports of space, and mystery.Ho, ...
If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,Beneath the hum of the great surge, has lovedTo pass delighted from her green ...
My happiness was once a goodly tree, Which promis'd every day to grow more fair, And rear'd its lofty branches in the ...
Where the black woods grow sparse and die,A giant broods against the sky.The storm his chlamys, and his headBent to ...
Watch the white dawn gleam,To the thunder of hidden guns.I hear the hot shells screamThrough skies as sweet as a ...
"Save your hoss for the hills ahead," is the cowboy's placid song.While his clear eyes follow the twinkling train as ...
AMBUSHED in yonder cloud of white,Far-glittering from its azure height,He shrouds his swiftness and his might!But oft across the echoing ...
A BALL of fire shoots through the tamarackIn scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings;Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings,Who marks for us ...
In the shake and rush of the engine, In the full, deep breath of his chest,In the swift, clear clank ...
But see! . . . the body does not sink; It rides upon the tide (A starbeam on the dagger's ...
HERE is my hand to you, brother,You of the ruck who have failedI, too, am only anotherFighter who faltered and ...
Bring me one breath from the deep salt sea, Ye vagrant upland airs! Over your forest and field ...
His step? Ah, no; 'tis but the rainThat hurtles on the windowpane.Let's draw the curtains close and sitBeside the fire ...
Among people laughing, the day you disappeared, I was hiding like a blade of straw in the twisted wheel of ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
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