The City Of Fear (Gilbert Frankau Poems)
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
This was a city once: women lived here;Their voices were low to their lovers, o'nights by the murmuring waters;Their hands ...
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
Where the road climbs free from the marsh and the seaTo the last rose sunset-gleams,Twixt a fold and a fold ...
We are the guns, and your masters! Saw ye our flashes ?Heard ye the scream of our shells in the ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
Our guns are a league behind us, our target a mile below,And there's never a cloud to blind us from ...
Ere the last light that leaps the night has hung and shone and died,While yet the breast-high fog of dawn ...
We are the slaves of the guns,Serfs to the dominant things;Ours are the eyes and the ears,And the brains of ...
Their rugs are sodden, their heads are down, their tails are turned to the storm;(Would you know them, you that ...
I am only a cog in a giant machine, a link of an endless chain: —And the rounds are drawn, ...
A league and a league from the trenches — from the traversed maze of the lines,Where daylong the sniper watches ...
Lord, if I had half your brains, I'd write a book:None of your sentimental platitudes,But something real, vital: that should ...
'I'm sorry I done it, Major.'We bandaged the livid face;And led him out, ere the wan sun rose,To die his ...
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