Peace Upon Earth (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
Under the sky of battle, under the arch of the guns,Where in a mad red torrent the river of fighting ...
Under the sky of battle, under the arch of the guns,Where in a mad red torrent the river of fighting ...
'Lads, you're wanted, go and help,'On the railway carriage wallStuck the poster, and I thoughtOf the hands that penned the ...
As I go down the highway,And through the village street,I hear the pipers playing And the tramp of marching feet.The ...
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
So you were David's father, And he was your only son, And the new-cut peats are rotting And the work ...
Where the light wraith of death goes dancingIn and out of the wavering line,Now retreating and now advancingTill opposite you ...
The air is still, the light winds blowToo quietly to wake you now.Dreamer, you dream too well to know"Whose hand ...
So I shall never see you more.The northern winds will blow in vainBrave and heart-easing off the shore.You will not ...
Here in the narrow broken way Where silently we go.Steadfast above their valiant clay Forgotten crosses show.Our whispers call to ...
Beyond the woodland's shading, Beyond the sun-kissed field,Where laughs in joy unfading The garden of the weald,Look southward where uplifted ...
Out of the womb of time and dust of the years forgotten, Spirit and fire enclosed in mutable flesh and ...
Gone is now the boast of power,Strength to strike our foes again,God of battles in this hourGive us strength to ...
The hedge on the left, and the trench on the right,And the whispering, rustling wood between,And who knows where in ...
City of hopes and golden dreaming Set with a crown of tall grey towers,City of mist that round you streaming ...
When you and I are buriedWith grasses over head,The memory of our fights will standAbove this bare and tortured land,We ...
Along the dusty highway,And through the little town,The people of the countryAre riding up and down.Behind the lines of fightingThey ...
If I die to-morrowI shall go happily.With the flush of battle on my faceI shall walk with an eager paceThe ...
When our men are marching lightly up and down,When the pipes are playing through the little town,I see a thin ...
The clouds are in the sky, and a light rain falling,And through the sodden trench splashed figures come and go,But ...
On Vimy Ridge four months agoWe lived and fought, my friends and I,And watched the kindly dawn come slow,Peace bringing ...
The pipes in the streets were playing bravely,The marching lads went byWith merry hearts and voices singingMy friends marched out ...
The tattered grass of No Man's Land Is white with snow to-day,And up and down the deadly slopes The ghosts ...
In the Glen where I was youngBlue-bell stems stood close together,In the evenings dew-drops hungClear as glass above the heather.I'd ...
Out on the hillside the wild birds crying,A little low wind and the white clouds flying,A little low wind from ...
Oh gay were we in spiritIn the hours of the nightWhen we lay in rest by AlbertAnd waited for the ...
In Oxford now the lamps are lit. The city bells ring low,And up and down the silent town The ghosts ...
Oh, you that took our sin and painUpon your shoulders long ago,Are you come back to earth again,About the battle ...
I took my heart from the fire of love,Molten and warm not yet shaped clear.And tempered it to steel of ...
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