The Observers (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
Ere the last light that leaps the night has hung and shone and died,While yet the breast-high fog of dawn ...
Ere the last light that leaps the night has hung and shone and died,While yet the breast-high fog of dawn ...
We are the slaves of the guns,Serfs to the dominant things;Ours are the eyes and the ears,And the brains of ...
(Malipiero: _Impressioni Dal Vero_) Across the hot square, where the barbaric sun Pours coarse laughter on the crowds, Trumpets throw their loud nooses From ...
'I'm sorry I done it, Major.'We bandaged the livid face;And led him out, ere the wan sun rose,To die his ...
With fierce noons beaming, moons of glory gleaming, Full conduits streaming, where fair bathers lie, With sunsets ...
FISH, oh Fish,So little matters!Whether the waters rise and cover the earthOr whether the waters wilt in the hollow places,All ...
I Thus, ever, towards the azure nightWhere there quivers a topaz sea,Will function in your evening lightThe Lilies, those clysters ...
WHEN he pushed his bush of black hair off his brow:When she lifted her mop from her eyes, and screwed ...
when we are in the city we must walkon streets all made of stonewith me upon a leashand even in ...
My dear railway station, my treasure Of meetings and partings, my friend In times of hard trials and pleasure, Your ...
Most cows will give their calves good care.They make the best of mothers.She knows her own calf anywhereAmong a hundred ...
The star dissolved in evening-the one star The silently and night O soon now, soon And still the light now ...
Cry out upon the crime, and then let slipThe dogs of hate, whose hanging muzzles trackThe bloody secret; let the ...
Far off I see my docile animals.They are tall and their manes are burning.They run, searching for a spring,and sniff ...
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm AMONG the red ...
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight ...
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