An Old Twenty-Third Man (Robert Graves Poem)
"Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?" From the sad magic of his fragrant ...
"Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?" From the sad magic of his fragrant ...
I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bass?e and Bethune; Primroses and the first ...
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
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