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, ...
Out beyond Aldgate is a road,And a broad,Clean, noble thing it runs,For the sun'sAnd wind's and man's delight,And the high ...
Through miles of mud we travelled, and by sick valleys-The Valley of Death at last - most evil alleys,To Grandcourt ...
Larches are most fitting small red hillsThat rise like swollen antheaps likeablyAnd modest before big things like near MalvernOr Cotswold's ...
Aveluy and New Year's eve, and the time as tenderAs if green buds grew. In the low West a slenderStreak ...
There is a man who has swept or rubbed a floorThis morning crying in the Most Holy NameOf God for ...
Out in the morningFor a speed of thought I wentAnd a clear thought of scorningFor home keeping; while downward bentGrass ...
Autumn that name of creeper falling and tea-time loving,Was once for me the thought of High Cotswold noon-air,And the earth ...
When the body might tree, and there was use in walking,In October time - crystal air-time and free words were ...
I will not droop my soiled flag,Nor turn a thought on my own shame,Though it be sin without a name,And ...
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