To A Baby Found Paddling Near The Lines (Herbert Ashley Asquith Poems)
Hail! O Baby of the MayIn the bubbling river-bed,Playing where the cannon play,With the shrapnel overhead!Sparkling in and flashing outThrough ...
Hail! O Baby of the MayIn the bubbling river-bed,Playing where the cannon play,With the shrapnel overhead!Sparkling in and flashing outThrough ...
You who sat safe at homeAnd let us dieYou who said 'all was well'And knew the lie..(Fever and flies and ...
LifeYou have been good to me..You have not made yourself too dearto juggle with.(Lola Ridge)
On the next morning,--so by heavenly Voice Instructed,--unto Pharaoh went again Moses and Aaron; craving to be heard, Because of ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe;Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Bearing ...
Oh, my brothers do not wrangle. When the sweets of office dangle At a most inviting angle ...
A wondrous light is filling the air,And rimming the clouds of the old despair;And hopeful eyes look up to seeTruth's ...
I SING the family party that once we used to know, The old time family parties we gave so long ...
There's a bleak, black world without, And the rain falls fast;And the wind, with a whine and a shout, Blows ...
Think you I have not skill to gather gold, If I could love it as some others ...
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Thinking more deeply and a bit of whimsy nature and wonder power and nurture thinking about multi-tasking and the proficiency ...
Thinking more deeply and a bit of whimsy thinking about multi-tasking and the proficiency of man Thinking about the trinity ...
It is our divided focus, on God and the things of the world, trying to juggle wealth and faith, leaving ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
I've been going right on, page by page, since we last kissed, two long dolls in a cage, two hunger-mongers ...
Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! ...
THE BALLOONS hang on wires in the Marigold Gardens. They spot their yellow and gold, they juggle their blue and ...
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
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