Vox Populi (Francis Maitland Poems)
Yea peoples of the earth, put not your trust In princes, nor in any child of man Set over you ...
Yea peoples of the earth, put not your trust In princes, nor in any child of man Set over you ...
Then to her answered and spake great Hector the waving-crested : " I too grieve for all this, dear love, ...
What is he thinking lying there so still, This tiny piece of soft humanity, This little unknown stranger in our ...
Long ages since, a band of earnest men, With zealous hearts uplifted, sought to raise A noble house in honour ...
I HAVE seen thee again, my beloved, Thou art come in the pride of thy youth, With thy beauty a ...
O Moon, that sailest in the heavens above, Inscrutable, pale, beautiful, alone. Art weary of thy solitary throne? Dost long ...
The days are sped, and never shall return, Days of deep joy, which Helen did beguile Wide her sweet presence ...
When I have fully satisfied mine eyes With the calm beauty of a summer's eve, Have watched the sun sink ...
While the whole world is filled with noise of battle, And cries from many a devastated land, While day by ...
Nature her gifts is bringing To deck the fields anew, And all the birds are singing, And all the skies ...
While I was the king of your heart, love, And you kept all your kisses for me, I'll wager no ...
The man of pure and blameless life Needs no stout armour in the strife, Nor poisoned arrow-head, nor knife Of ...
Sail not too rashly out to sea, My friend, nor, fearful of the roar Of winds and waters, hug too ...
Once again in thy meadows of Christ Church, Through thy chapels and gardens again I walk as of old, while ...
R.M.S. Lusitania. Sunk by German Submarine, 7th May, 1915 Long since their scattered bones are bleached and bare. Fishes have ...
Sunk 15th April, 1912 Requiescat in Pace How shall we honour the unburied dead? Shall we go forth with loud ...
Bert Alward The brawling voices babble as before Though one is hushed : the noblest and the best Is taken ...
The weeks go by, the weary weeks go by, The months are lengthened into years, the years Are filled with ...
Lady of the Garden, no Fairer spot than this can be, Proud with Summer's bravest show, Sweet to smell and ...
No. 1561. Private H. W. Reid Only a number and a name, one more That dies for England. Wight and ...
In God's good time this agony shall cease And gentle peace return. But stark and numb Some lie beneath Caucasian ...
It cannot be that having seen the day We should endure the tyranny of the night ; For if we ...
I KNOW not, in this dark and fateful hour, What England is to others, but to me She is a ...
Lift up your hearts ! A foe is at the gate Jealous of England's greatness, jealous too Of all that ...
With all my heart, with all my soul, With all my strength I love thee, dear ; Thou art my ...
The angry sun slow sinking in the west, Casts one last lingering glance upon the earth Which he has parched ...
Maidy with the laughing eyes And the mind that none can follow, Every word is a surprise Maidy with the ...
August, 1914 These to their own dear land immortal glory bequeathing, Here in the mists of death darkly enshrouded abide. ...
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