1936 (Stephen Vincent Benet Poems)
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,But the hands gripping the rifles were naked boneAnd the hollow pits of ...
All night they marched, the infantrymen under pack,But the hands gripping the rifles were naked boneAnd the hollow pits of ...
"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
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