Soldiers at Peace (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
Mourn not for these, the children of the spring :On Flemish plains and far Aegean sand,Mourn not for these, who ...
Mourn not for these, the children of the spring :On Flemish plains and far Aegean sand,Mourn not for these, who ...
Think, kind Jesu, my salvationCaused Thy wondrous Incarnation,Leave me not to reprobation.Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,On the Cross ...
XXIVIf one voice, not another, must speak first, out of the silence, the stillness, the preceding- speaking clearly, speaking slowly, ...
22nd January, 1901.THE Queen is dead. God save the King,In this his hour of grief,When sorrow gathers memories in a ...
O, Voice of time! O, metal's clang!Your dreadful call distresses me,Your groan doth beckon, beckon meIt beckons, brings me closer ...
TIMELY blossom, infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight; Sleeping, waking, still ...
The slow overture of rain, each drop breaking without breaking into the next, describes the unrelenting, syncopated mind. Not unlike ...
I often dream, daydream imagining the garden the world forming, from nothingness the heavens, the waters tamed the garden, a ...
Was that a knock I heard on my door? Am I imagining it; was it there? Moving from kitchen to ...
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
He. Never until this night have I been stirred. The elaborate starlight throws a reflection On the dark stream, Till ...
As home from church we two did plod, "Grandpa," said Rosy, "What is God?" Seeking an answer to her mind, ...
A gaunt and hoary slab of stone I found in desert place, And wondered why it lay alone In that ...
Imagining you'd come to say goodbye, I made a doll of raffia and string. I gave her thatch hair, and ...
Swing of the heart. O firmly hung, fastened on what invisible branch. Who, who gave you the push, that you ...
Observant of the way she told So much of what was true, No vanity could long withhold Regard that was ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On ...
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could ...
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