Rooks (Charles Sorley Poems)
There where the rusty iron lies, The rooks are cawing all the day. Perhaps no man, until he dies, Will ...
There where the rusty iron lies, The rooks are cawing all the day. Perhaps no man, until he dies, Will ...
Saints have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the many ...
We burrowed night and day with tools of lead, Heaped the bank up and cast it in a ring And ...
From morn to midnight, all day through, I laugh and play as others do, I sin and chatter, just the ...
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as ...
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away ...
You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed, And no man claimed the conquest of your land. But ...
I have not brought my Odyssey With me here across the sea; But you'll remember, when I say How, when ...
When you see millions of the mouthless dead Across your dreams in pale battalions go, Say not soft things as ...
All the hills and vales along Earth is bursting into song, And the singers are the chaps Who are going ...
We swing ungirded hips, And lightened are our eyes, The rain is on our lips, We do not run for ...
I SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the ...
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