Thoughts of New England (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
Gloucester streets walking in Autumn twilight,Past Kineburgh's cottage and old Raven Tavern,That Hoare he kept, the Puritan, who tiredOr fired, ...
I would hope for the children of West HamWooden-frame houses, square with some-sort stuffCrammed in to keep the wind away ...
So the last poem is laid flat in its place,And Crickley with Crucifix Comer leaves from my faceElizabethans and night-working ...
It seemed that it were well to kiss first earthOn landing, having traversed the narrow seas,And grasp so little, tenderly, ...
Little did I dream, England, that you bore meUnder the Cotswold Rills beside the water meadowsTo do you dreadful service, ...
If England, her spirit lives anywhereIt is by Severn, by hawthorns and grand willows.Earth heaves up twice a hundred feet ...
When I remember plain heroic strengthAnd shining virtue shown by Ypres pools,Then read the blither written by knaves for foolsIn ...
I watched the boys of England where they wentThrough mud and water to do appointed things.See one a stake, and ...
Leckhampton chimney has fallen downThe birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,The cliffs have changed, ...
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