The City Of Fear (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
Across the blinded lowlands the beating rain blows chill,The trenched earth turns to water, the shell-holes ooze and fill,A tragic ...
Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty . . . Not the wisest ...
As I rode on the limberThrough the old French market-square,There were bricks and fallen timberAnd shell-holes everywhere.The place was blank ...
Jerry MacMullen, the millionaire, Driving a red-meat bus out there -- How did he win his Croix de Guerre? Bless ...
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell ...
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short ...
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