Bullets (Edward Dyson Poems)
As bullets come to us they're thin, They're angular, or smooth and fat, Some spiral are, and gimlet in, ...
Edward Dyson Poems (15 Poems)
‘Stop-And-See’ (Edward Dyson Poems)
I'M STEWING in a brick-built town; My coat is quite a stylish cut,And, morn and even, up and down, ...
William And Bill (Edward Dyson Poems)
Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth,A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth;He had a good position in ...
Peace, Blessed Peace (Edward Dyson Poems)
Here in the flamin' thick of thick of things, With Death across the way, 'n' traps What little Fritz ...
The Immortal Strain (Edward Dyson Poems)
Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone ...
Out Of Khaki (Edward Dyson Poems)
I slung me khaki suit to-day. Civilian now front heel to chin I 'op round on a single ...
When Tommy Came Marching Home (Edward Dyson Poems)
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
The Happy Flatite (Edward Dyson Poems)
We were living in a flat; it was number eighty-three.At eighty-four the Barleys lived, a fearsome man was he.He had ...
The Young Lieutenant (Edward Dyson Poems)
The young lieutenant's face was grey. As came the day. The watchers saw it lifting white And ghostlike from the ...
The Church Bells (Edward Dyson Poems)
The Viennese authorities have melted down the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal for guns or muntions. Every ...
To A Politician (Edward Dyson Poems)
There was a moment when of you A splendid hope I had to tell,Believing "Here is one man who ...
When Beauty Is Bald (Edward Dyson Poems)
I've sung of Honor's golden hair And Hero's auburn tresses,Of Bella's back abundance, where The sun throws his ...
Why Spring Fell Flat (Edward Dyson Poems)
The Spring is gone. I have not seen Its fairies tripping on the Block,Arcadians in grey and green, ...
The Auction (Edward Dyson Poems)
Who'll bid? Who'll bid? the question rang Where throned Death was calling.I seemed to sense his charnel tang, ...
The Weeds (Edward Dyson Poems)
Brown passed away, and Mrs Brown,In weeds all smothered, went through townBy Brown's neat grave to take her stand,And hold ...