Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
The Dead To The Living
... Fails us too. Now in the hour that shows the strong-- ...
Europe, MDCCCCI To Napoleon
... For peace they longed, but blood and tears ...
Orphans Of Flanders
... There your thoughts cling as the long--thrusting root ...
The Deserted Palace
... empty ground Seemed closed by heights of doubled gloom around ...
Deptford
... unreal fire. The light is blotted out, the blue is lost ...
The Sleepers
... That strengthens me most, when my heart is wrought ...
The Pine Woods Of Grijo
... Blew hither, his breath would lift them, as all sad cares ...
The Enemy
... Would'st thou this monster, that we name the world, ...
Loves Portrait
... Faith, love, have made these fragrant, and sweet pain ...
Parting And Meeting
... Light cares grow heavy, and pleasure stales ...
"O sorrowful thought! But one more flying year"
... Whose mind holds you for its most treasured treasure ...
"In the shadow of a broken house"
... Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs, ...
The Meeting
... I feel the spring of the trees and their old rejoicing, ...
My Boat Swings Out And Back
... Laughs in the white wind's track ...
Towers Of Italy
... Yet the air is astir as with throbbing of wings ...
