The One-Legged Man (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
Now light the candles; one; two; there's a moth; What silly beggars they are to blunder in And scorch their ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
I've listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,-wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried, Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died, Like racing smoke, swift ...
When in your sober mood my body have ye laid In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream, ...
'This job's the best I've done.' He bent his head Over the golden vessel that he'd wrought. A bird was ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street To cheer the soldiers ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
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