Ballade Of The C.C.F. (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,How can ye credit still they are sincere?This premier and his puppet cabinet,This ...
We shall not forget them; why should pylons raiseMute appeal for reverence, rememb'rance and regret?Spectral cold in early dawn, and ...
There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire, Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt ...
My eyes are cold, and brazen are my lips,My smile is bold, but sometimes longing slipsThe leash of circumstance, and ...
Death trysted me while youth was dewy still;She offered Glory for my passion's fee;By poisoned waters and on steel-swept hill,Death ...
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