Cut Flowers (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
Not in blue vases theseNor white, cut flowers are seenBut in the August meadowsWhen the reaper falls clean -And the ...
AN APPEALLISTEN, young heroes! your country is calling!Time strikes the hour for the brave and the true!Now, while the foremost ...
Last night a sword-light in the skyFlashed a swift terror on the dark.In that sharp light the fields did lieNaked ...
ONE summer day, gleaming in memory,We drove, my Joy and I,Through fragrant hawthorn lanesGold-fringed with wisps of ryeBrushed off the ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
ISee the sweet women, friend, that lean beneathThe ever-falling fountain of green leavesRound the white bending stem, and like a ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
I. THOU who stealest fire, From ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far ...
What says the Lizard, Swinging high his shining spear? . . ."Pass along, my lady, I've known, ye ...
(In the Louvre) SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be The ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
Early morning Crisp Air Gray ridged bark Green lawn, leaf clutter underfoot Wisps of fog off the pond Green trees ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
I Immense, august, like some Titanic bloom, The mighty choir unfolds its lithic core, Petalled with panes of azure, gules ...
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
WHEN the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free In the silken sail of infancy, The tide of time flow'd ...
I Once in the winter Out on a lake In the heart of the north-land, Far from the Fort And ...
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