Shelley’s Obsequies (Nathan Covington Brooks Poems)
Ibi tu calentemDebita sparges lacryma favillamVatis amici.—HoraceBeneath the axle of departing dayThe weary waters on the horizon's vergeBlush'd like the ...
Ibi tu calentemDebita sparges lacryma favillamVatis amici.—HoraceBeneath the axle of departing dayThe weary waters on the horizon's vergeBlush'd like the ...
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
The Child is rocked on Mary's knee, Cold in the stall this bitter night,And "Lullalay-loo," soft singeth she, "My little Boy and ...
Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shortsKicking a ball along,Set in a square of leather-lunged sportsTwenty-two thousand strong,Some of them shabby, ...
The boys come home, come home from war, With quiet eyes for quiet things --A child, a lamb, a flower, a ...
NEVERTHELESS this Year of GriefThe Tree of God's in leaf.The stem, the branch quickenethWith sap, this year of Death.For in ...
No bugle is blown, no roll of drums,No sound of an army marching.No banners wave high, no battle--cryComes from the ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Free is the wind that lashes into foamThe fortress waves that gird the Sea-King's homeAnd free the war-worn Flag that ...
Queen of queens, oh lady mine, You who say you love me, Here's a cup of crimson ...
Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!I would weave a joyous layFor the loved ones who are absentOn this holy Christmas day;For the ...
Saint George he was a fighting man, as all the tales do tell;He fought a battle long ago, and fought ...
(OMNIBUS WICCAMICIS)The green and grey and purple day is barred with clouds of dun,From Ypres city smouldering before the setting ...
The hundred years have passed, and heWhose name appeased a nation's fears,As with a hand laid over sea;To thunder through ...
He sleeps at last! The vales of rest Are waiting for the war-worn breast, And glorious angels fondly spread ...
But when the war-worn, knowing all Of glory, horror and hate,Abandons all for the heart's sure call And the need ...
1 HUSH'D be the camps to-day; And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons; And each with musing soul retire, ...
I have not brought my Odyssey With me here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me Some strange old lust for deeds. As to the nerveless ...
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