Slainthe! (Patrick MacGill Poems)
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
The firefly haunts were lighted yet,As we scaled the top of the parapet;But the east grew pale to another fire,As ...
The post comes to us nightly, we hail the post with glee -For now we're not as many as once ...
This is a tale of the trenchesTold when the shadows creepOver the bay and traverseAnd poppies fall asleep.When the men ...
These be the little verses, rough and uncultured, which I've written in hut and model, deep in the dirty ditch, ...
I wish the sea was not so wide that parts me from my love;I wish the things men do below ...
Before I joined the Army I lived in Donegal, Where every night the Fairies Would hold their carnival. But now ...
The night is still and the air is keen,Tense with menace the time crawls by,In front is the town and ...
The dead men lay on the shell-scarred plain,Where death and the autumn held their reignLike banded ghosts in the heavens ...
A star-shell holds the sky beyondShell-shivered Loos, and dropsIn million sparkles on a pondThat lies by Hulluch copse.A moment's brightness ...
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