The Trenches (Frederic Manning Poems)
Endless lanes sunken in the clay, Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage, Seed-pods of blue scabious, and some lingering ...
Frederic Manning Poems on Sleep (4 Poems)
Kore (Frederic Manning Poems)
Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves, And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,And all the ...
Leaves (Frederic Manning Poems)
A frail and tenuous mist lingers on baffled and intricate branches;Little gilt leaves are still, for quietness holds every bough;Pools ...
At Even (Frederic Manning Poems)
Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow! Hush, ye rains, ...