Of Grandcourt (Ivor Gurney Poems)
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;Watching the candle guttering in the draught;Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerilySinging; ...
Dawn comes up on London,And night's undone.Stars are routedAnd street lamps outed.Sodden great clouds begin sail againLike all-night anchored galleons ...
Out of my sorrow have I made these songs, Out of my sorrow; Though somewhat of the making's eager pain From Joy did borrow. Someday, I ...
There is a man who has swept or rubbed a floorThis morning crying in the Most Holy NameOf God for ...
Pain, pain continual; pain unending;Hard even to the roughest, but to thoseHungry for beauty . . . Not the wisest ...
O may these days of pain,These wasted-seeming days,Somewhere reflower againWith scent and savour of praise.Draw out of memory all bitternessOf ...
There is no sound within the cottage now,But my pen and the sound of long rainHeavy and musical, I must ...
What evil coil of Fate has fastened meWho cannot move to sight, whose bread is sight,And in nothing has more ...
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