Two Sonnets (Charles Sorley Poems)
I SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the ...
I SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the ...
Fire and wild light of hope and doubt and fear, Wind of swift change, and clouds and hours that veer ...
We mix from many lands, We march for very far; In hearts and lips and hands Our staffs and weapons ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee, We thy latter sons, the men thine ...
What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead? Think ye our glory and ...
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure, Of men who played the game and lost or won; Of mad ...
In sealed box cars travel names across the land, and how far they will travel so, and will they ever ...
Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall: "We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball. Yon squakin' ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
He used to say: There ain't a doubt Misfortune is a bitter pill, But if you only pry it out ...
My only medals are the scars I've won in weary, peacetime wars, A-fighting for my little brood, To win them ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
Lolling on a bank of thyme Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . . Though peoples perish in ...
"Tell Annie I'll be home in time To help her with her Christmas-tree." That's what he wrote, and hark! the ...
"And when I come to die," he said, "Ye shall not lay me out in state, Nor leave your laurels ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: "Send not your foolish and feeble; send ...
What have we done, Oh Lord, that we Are evil starred? How have we erred and sinned to be So ...
He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight; Yet knew, long ere the curtain ...
"Tuberculosis should not be," The old professor said. "If folks would hearken unto me 'Twould save a million dead. Nay, ...
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing; Islands of opal float on silver seas; Swift splendors kindle, ...
'Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's ...
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame, Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring. Today I've half a mind ...
O DULL cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like ...
THE old Chimaeras, old receipts For making "happy land," The old political beliefs Swam close before my hand. The grand ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
THOUGH now thou hast failed and art fallen, despair not because of defeat, Though lost for a while be thy ...
The friar had said his paternosters duly And scourged his limbs, and afterwards would have slept; But with much riddling ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
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