Piers Plowman The Prologue (B-Text) (William Langland Poems)
In a somer sesun, whon softe was the sonn{.e},I schop me into a shroud, as I a scheep wer{.e};In habite ...
Poems about malvern (18 Poems)
The Armada (Thomas Babbington Macaulay Poems)
Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise;I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ...
Burlesque Verses for Music : The Crow, a Mock Cantata (Joshua Weston Poems)
Recitative.Mourn, mourn, ye muses in the doleful'st strains,And with your tears spoil all the roads - and soak the neighb'ring ...
The Ballad Of The Sixty-Ninth. 1861-1911 (Joseph Ignatius Constantine Clarke Poems)
Clouds black with thunder o'er the Southern states;North, East and West a sickening fear;The Union on the dark laps of ...
At Fort Pillow (James Ryder Randall Poems)
You shudder as you think uponThe carnage of the grim report -The desolation when we wonThe inner trenches of the ...
Larches (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Larches are most fitting small red hillsThat rise like swollen antheaps likeablyAnd modest before big things like near MalvernOr Cotswold's ...
The Touchstone – Watching Malvern (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What Malvern is the day is, and its touchstone -Grey velvet, or moon-marked; rich, or bare as bone;One looks towards Malvern and is ...
The Comparison (Ivor Gurney Poems)
What Malvern is the day is, and it's touchstoneGray velvet, or moonmarked; rich, or bare as bone;One looks towards Malvern ...
Leckhampton Chimney has fallen down (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Leckhampton chimney has fallen downThe birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,The cliffs have changed, ...
The Square Thing (Ivor Gurney Poems)
At Norton Green the tower stands well off roadAnd is a squareness meaning many things;Nearest to us, the makers had ...
The Pilgrim And The Ploughman (Francis Turner Palgrave Poems)
1382It is a dream, I know:--Yet on the pastOf this dear England if in thought we gaze,About her seems a ...
Oh! He’s Nothing But A Soldier (Anonymous Americas Poems)
Oh! he's nothing but a soldier,But he's coming here tonight,For I saw him pass this morning,With his uniform so bright.He ...
To The Lacedemonians (Allen Tate Poems)
An old soldier on the night before the veteransreunion talks partly to himself, partly to imaginary comrades:The people-people of my ...
Ode To The Confederate Dead (Allen Tate Poems)
Row after row with strict impunityThe headstones yield their names to the element,The wind whirs without recollection;In the riven troughs ...
A Second Review Of The Grand Army (Francis Bret Harte Poems)
I read last night of the Grand Review In Washington's chiefest avenue,—Two hundred thousand men in blue, I ...
The Dying Soldier (Anonymous Americas Poems)
"Yes! raise me on your arm, Dick Dale, My comrade old and true.And let me of the glad earth take ...
In Flanders (Frank W Harvey Poems)
I'm homesick for my hills again -My hills again!To see above the Severn plain,Unscabbarded against the sky,The blue high blade ...
Malvern Hill (Herman Melville Poems)
Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill In prime of morn and May, Recall ye how McClellan's men Here stood ...