Towering, towering up to the noon—… Up to the hot blue, up to blinding… Pillar and pinnacle, arch and corb… Flowered and tendrilled, soar, asp… The giant porch, with kings and pr…

Lads in the loose blue, Crutched, with limping feet, With bandaged arm, that roam To—day the bustling street, You humble us with your gaze,

A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…

Go now, Love, Since staying’s joy no longer! Leave me to prove If Time can make me stronger! Nay, look not over thy shoulder so…

Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…

Familiar, year by year, to the cre… Is the long road’s level ridge abo… To—day a battery comes with horses… On the straight road, that under t… At leisurely pace, the guns with m…

To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do

On Kennack Sands the sun Shines, and the fresh wind blows, Moulding pale banks anew, Where the sea—holly grows. Waters softly blue

On the road to Ypres, on the long… Marching strong, We’ll sing a song of Ypres, of he… And her wrong. Proud rose her towers in the old t…

Lonely, save for a few faint stars… Dreams; and lonely, below, the lit… Into its gloom retires, secluded a… Scarcely the dumb roar enters this… And all is dark, save where come f…

Sitting with strangers in the hurr… We spoke not to each other. Golde… Flooded those warm fields greener… Then sudden darkness stole it all… Her face was gone; but on the dark…

Soft little hands that stray and c… Like fern fronds curl and uncurl b… While baby faces lie in such Close sleep as flowers at night th… What is it you would, clasp and ho…

Naked reality, and menace near As fire to scorching flesh, shall… The spirit that sees, with danger—… What it must save or die for; not… Name, but the thing, now doubly, t…

Caverns mouthed with blackness mor… Fever—jungle deep in strangling br… Venom—breeding slime that loathest… Who has plumbed your secret? who t… Hissing from the viper’s lifted ja…

By white St. Martin’s, where the… And plashed unheard in the busy mo… March, with rippling shadow and su… Laughing riotous round the gusty s… From frail narcissus heaped in bas…