Poems by Robert Laurence Binyon
A Prelude At Evening
... Emptiness. But through my spirit that seemed, unfilled, ...
Magnets
... Life breathes on life, though ignorant what it brings, ...
To Women 27
... Your hope, your dread, your throbbing pride, ...
Pricking Thorns
... Then from these pricking thorns ...
Fog
... Link--boys' cries, and the shuffle of horses led, ...
August Afternoon
... a rose With its great thorns blood--red in the slant light ...
O Summer Sun!
... O cheerful human noise, O busy glittering street! ...
"A child in nature, as a child in years"
... Though I should sigh, I could not choose but cheer, ...
The Supper
... I must go, through the night, through the cold, through the rain, ...
The Things That Grow
... In perishing blossom and springing shoot were a power ...
The Bathers
... Strange now the factory's humming wheel, the cry ...
To The Belgians
... Though trampled, spoiled, and torn, ...
BabLockHythe
... Where 'mid water--weeds ravelled ...
The Fire
... Still the great throng impassioned silence keeps, ...
The Cause
... Since through this raiment's hues and lines ...
