Chilterns, The (Rupert Brooke Poems)
Your hands, my dear, adorable,Your lips of tenderness-- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,Three years, or a bit less.It ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable,Your lips of tenderness-- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well,Three years, or a bit less.It ...
We willed it not. We have not lived in hate,Loving too well the shires of England thrownFrom sea to sea ...
The noble horse with courage in his eye,clean in the bone, looks up at a shellburst:away fly the images of ...
Tools with the comely names,Mattock and scythe and spade,Couth and bitter as flames,Clean, and bowed in the blade,--A man and ...
THE NEO-COMMUNEManhood of England,Dougth of the Shires,Want Russia to save 'emAnd answer their prayers.Want Russia to save 'em,Lenin to save ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
''Twill take some getting.' 'Sir, I think 'twill so.' The old man stared up at the mistletoe That hung too ...
_PROTHALAMION_1503Love who art above us all,Guard the treasure on her way,Flower of England, fair and tall,Maiden-wise and maiden-gay,As her northward ...
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
In summertime on BredonThe bells they sound so clear;Round both the shires they ring themIn steeples far and near,A happy ...
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon; Oh, the pleasant sight to see Shires and towns from Airly Beacon, While my love climbed ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns ...
In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
Your hands, my dear, adorable, Your lips of tenderness -- Oh, I've loved you faithfully and well, Three years, or ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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