Upon Watts’ Picture “Sic Transit” (John McCrae Poems)
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."But yesterday the tourney, all the ...
John McCrae Poems (31 Poems)
The Shadow Of The Cross (John McCrae Poems)
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
A Song Of Comfort (John McCrae Poems)
"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may — Sleep, oh, sleep!" Eugene Field.Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low,The soft wind sang to ...
In Flanders Fields (John McCrae Poems)
In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still ...
The Dead Master (John McCrae Poems)
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood ...
The Dying Of Pere Pierre (John McCrae Poems)
". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the ...
Anarchy (John McCrae Poems)
I saw a city filled with lust and shame, Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light; And sudden, ...
The Harvest Of The Sea (John McCrae Poems)
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence ...
Disarmament (John McCrae Poems)
One spake amid the nations, "Let us cease From darkening with strife the fair World's light, We who are great ...
The Hope Of My Heart (John McCrae Poems)
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine." I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of ...
Equality (John McCrae Poems)
I saw a King, who spent his life to weave Into a nation all his great heart thought, Unsatisfied until ...
The Night Cometh (John McCrae Poems)
Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey ...
Eventide (John McCrae Poems)
The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, ...
The Oldest Drama (John McCrae Poems)
"It fell on a day, that he went out to his father to the reapers. And he said unto his ...
In Due Season (John McCrae Poems)
If night should come and find me at my toil, When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought, And ...
The Pilgrims (John McCrae Poems)
An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers, Where every beam that broke the leaden sky Lit other hills with fairer ...
In Flanders Field (John McCrae Poems)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky ...
The Song Of The Derelict (John McCrae Poems)
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
Isandlwana (John McCrae Poems)
Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, The grey of a pauper's gown, A soldier's grave in Zululand, And a ...
The Unconquered Dead (John McCrae Poems)
". . . defeated, with great loss." Not we the conquered! Not to us the blame Of them that flee, ...
Mine Host (John McCrae Poems)
There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he ...
The Warrior (John McCrae Poems)
He wrought in poverty, the dull grey days, But with the night his little lamp-lit room Was bright with battle ...
Penance (John McCrae Poems)
My lover died a century ago, Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath, Wherefore the Gods forbade that I ...
Then And Now (John McCrae Poems)
Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to ...
Quebec (John McCrae Poems)
-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of the strong -- Like Helen fair, like Helen light of word, -- "The ...
Unsolved (John McCrae Poems)
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles ...
Recompense (John McCrae Poems)
I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said, "Is it ...
Upon Watts’ Picture Sic Transit (John McCrae Poems)
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have." But yesterday the tourney, all ...
Slumber Songs (John McCrae Poems)
I Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid thy play, Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh ...
The Anxious Dead (John McCrae Poems)
O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear Above their heads the legions pressing on: (These fought their fight ...