Drafted (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
The biggest moment in our lives was that when first he cried,From that day unto this, for him, we've struggled ...
The biggest moment in our lives was that when first he cried,From that day unto this, for him, we've struggled ...
There isn't any pay for you, you serve without reward,The boys who tramp the fields with you but little could ...
High on its curving hillside The windmill stands and seesBelow it copse and pasture And hamlet bowered in ...
DOWN to the sand-covered earth. Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet; Dust from the high-roads, Smoke from the ...
Along the lanes from marketFolk went by:White along the river-sideMist did lie:Hob rode the grey mare,Rob rode the roan:Then met ...
146On such a night, or such a night,Would anybody careIf such a little figureSlipped quiet from its chair-So quiet-Oh how ...
The saints are gathering at the realplaces, trying tough skin on sharp conscience,endurance in the hot spots-searching out to define, ...
The sun was not thereThe mortal game began in the darkYet we sang the song of dawn,What a jingle the ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, ...
Trudging, in between a journey renewed living faithful yet going slow stuck in between a mud season of sorts between ...
Wanting so much to walk, for them, so they would have something to eat, some clean water to drink, that ...
Trudging to Eden, looking backward, I met Somebody's little Boy Asked him his name -- He lisped me "Trotwood" -- ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; ...
Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the ...
I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree And wore them all that evening in my hair: Then in due ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are ...
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