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Ye have sung me your songs, ye hav… (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me now, but to strike me… (A treacherous lover, the sea!) Once I saw as I lay, half-awash i…
Amid my books I lived the hurryin… Disdaining kinship with my fellow… Alike to me were human smiles and… I cared not whither Earth’s great… Till as I knelt before my moulder…
“. . . defeated, with great loss.” Not we the conquered! Not to us… Of them that flee, of them that ba… Nor ours the shout of victory, the… Of them that vanquish in a stricke…
O guns, fall silent till the dead… Above their heads the legions pres… (These fought their fight in time… And died not knowing how the day h… O flashing muzzles, pause, and let…
The earth grows white with harvest… The sickles gleam, until the darkn… Her web of silence o’er the thankf… Of reapers bringing home the golde… The wave tops whiten on the sea fi…
“It fell on a day, that he went ou… And he said unto his father, My h… Carry him to his mother. And . .… and then died. And she went up, a… And shut the door upon him and wen…
“What I spent I had; what I save… But yesterday the tourney, all the… The waving of the banners, and the… The clash of sword and harness, an… To-night begin the silence and the…
Sleep, little eyes That brim with childish tears amid… Be comforted! No grief of night… Against the joys that throng thy c… Sleep, little heart!
There stands a hostel by a travell… Life is the road and Death the wo… Each guest he greets, nor ever lac… “How have ye fared?” They answer… “This lodging place is other than…
In Flanders fields the poppies bl… Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sk… The larks, still bravely singing,… Scarce heard amid the guns below.
Cometh the night. The wind falls… The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones g… Cluster, like children strayed awa… But found again, and folded so.
-1908 Of old, like Helen, guerdon of th… Like Helen fair, like Helen light… “The spoils unto the conquerors be… Who winneth me must win me by the…
“Delicta juventutis et ignorantius… I left, to earth, a little maiden… With locks of gold, and eyes that… I prayed that God might have her… And sight.
The day is past and the toilers ce… The land grows dim 'mid the shadow… And hearts are glad, for the dark… At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering…
An uphill path, sun-gleams between… Where every beam that broke the le… Lit other hills with fairer ways t… Some clustered graves where half o… And one grim Shadow creeping ever…