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, ...
They will walk there, the sons of our great grandsons andWill know no reason for the old love of the ...
Life softly clanging cymbals werePlane-trees, poplars Autumn hadArrayed in gloriously sadGarments of beauty wind-astir;It was the day of all the ...
There's not a sound tonightI look out and am beatenIn my face by curious, white,Unexpected flakesOf snow in a daze ...
On uplands bleak and bare to windBeneath a maze of stars I strode;Phantoms of Fear haunted the road,Dogging my footsteps ...
If England, her spirit lives anywhereIt is by Severn, by hawthorns and grand willows.Earth heaves up twice a hundred feet ...
When the body might tree, and there was use in walking,In October time - crystal air-time and free words were ...
I think the loathed minutes one by oneThat tear and then go past are little worthSave nearer to the blindness ...
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