Wilfred (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet?In what wild way ...
John Le Gay Brereton Poems on Man (4 Poems)
The Wounded (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear, Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man, Have found their victims here. We saw them go, alert to ...
Vixit (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Nurse not your grief, nor make obsequious moan When I have shed this flesh I love so well, Nor slowly toll the ...
Toby (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!-Dead? The silence is a flood That closes, choking, overhead, And chills the living blood. The leaping friend, whose jolly bark Was ...