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“Only just one plane lost”– the su… broadcasts the news of the success… and the lone mother knitting by th… Trembles, afraid, As in her anguished sight
YOUTH that goes woolgathering, Mooning and stargazing, Always finding everything Full of fresh amazing, Best will meet the moment’s need
Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…
He’s gone. I do not understand. I only know That as he turned to go And waved his hand,
I SIT beside the brazier’s glow, And, drowsing in the heat, A dream of daffodils that blow And lambs that frisk and bleat— Black lambs that frolic in the sno…
I do not fear to die ‘Neath the open sky, To meet death in the fight Face to face, upright. But when at last we creep
HE wears a red rose in his button… A city-clerk on Sunday dining out… And as the music surges over the d… The heady quavering of the violin Sings through his blood, and puts…
As a blue-necked mallard alighting… Among marsh-marigolds and splashin… Green leaves and yellow blooms, li… In bright, black mud, with clear d… Bringing keen savours of the sea a…
In each black tile a mimic fire’s… And in the hearthlight old mahogan… Ripe with stored sunshine that in… Poured like gold wine into the liv… Summer on summer through a century…
Stephen, wake up! There’s some on… Quick, to the window... Oh, you’l… I hear the front door opening quie… Did you forget, last night, to tur… A foot is on the stairs—nay, just…
Dark waters into crystalline brill… About the keel, as through the moo… The dark ship moves in its own mov… Of phosphorescent cold moon-colour… And to the clear horizon, all arou…
THE night I left my father said: “You’ll go and do some stupid thin… You’ve no more sense in that fat h… Than silly Billy Witterling. ”Not sense to come in when it rain…
ALL day the mallet thudded far be… My garret, in an old ramshackle sh… Where ceaselessly, with stiffly no… And rigid motions ever to and fro A figure like a puppet in a show
“I cannot quite remember.... Ther… Dropt dead beside me in the trench… Whispered their dying messages to… Back from the trenches, more dead… Stone-deaf and dazed, and with a b…
Crouched on the crowded deck, we w… In naked gold leap out of a cold s… Of shivering silver; and stretchin… Crampt legs and arms, relieved tha… And the slinking, deep-sea peril p…
