Thiepval Wood (Edmund Blunden Poems)
The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom;The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire ...
The tired air groans as the heavies swing over, the river-hollows boom;The shell-fountains leap from the swamps, and with wildfire ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
To the cities I came in a time of disorder That was ruled by hunger. I sheltered with the people ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
The birds against the April wind Flew northward, singing as they flew; They sang, "The land we leave behind Has ...
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! My South! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers; Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns; And Youth against the sun-rise ... ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
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