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A Personal View Of War

© Edgar Albert Guest

I NEVER pondered much on war,

Except to think it was inspiring

Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest Camp:Dawn

© Robert Nichols

Not a sign of life we rouse
In any square close-shuttered house
That flanks the road we amble down
Toward far trenches through the town.

The Morai

© Helen Maria Williams

FAIR OTAHEITE , fondly blest

By him who long was doom'd to brave

God is love and love is notsomething you should fear.
Respect love? Yes! Honour love? Yes! Embrace love? Yes! But fear love? No!
For when you fear love youfear life. And when you fear life whatdo you have but death.Death of all that is good and pureand wonderful in the world...In the universe.
So fear not God or love.For God is love and love is ALL.© Faye Kilday 2005

Two Sonnets

© Charles Hamilton Sorley

ISAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you.
Poets have whitened at your high renown.
We stand among the many millions who
Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down.

All the Hills and Vales Along

© Charles Hamilton Sorley

All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.

The Party

© Weldon Kees

The obscene hostess, mincing in the hall,
Gathers the guests around a crystal ball.
It is on the whole an exciting moment;
Mrs. Lefevre stares with her one good eye;
A friendly abdomen rubs against ones back;
Interesting, a portly man is heard to sigh.

On The Death Of A Young Lady

© George Gordon Byron

Hush'd are the winds, and still the evening gloom,
Not e'en a zephyr wanders through the grove,
Whilst I return, to view my Margaret's tomb,
And scatter flowers on the dust I love.

Such, Such Is Death

© Charles Hamilton Sorley

Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat:
Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean,
A merciful putting away of what has been.

When You See Millions Of The Mouthless Dead

© Charles Hamilton Sorley

When you see millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you'll remember. For you need not so.

Sharing

© Hristo Botev

Our feelings have made of us brothers
and our hidden thoughts have a same set,
I do not believe there's one thing
on this earth we shall come to regret.

Sonnet XLIX: Thou Leaden Brain

© Michael Drayton

Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write,
And say'st my lines be dull and do not move,
I marvel not thou feel'st not my delight,
Which never felt'st my fiery touch of love.

Summer By The Lakeside: Lake Winnipesaukee

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I. NOON.
White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,
Light mists, whose soft embraces keep
The sunshine on the hills asleep!

Andromeda Unfettered

© Muriel Stuart

Nay, what do you seek?
If of men we be chained,
Our chains be of gold,
If the fetters we break
What conquest is gained?
Shall a hill-top out-spread a pavilion more safe than our palace hold?

Endimion and Phoebe (excerpts)

In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame,
From whom that sea did first derive her name,
The blessed bed whereon the Muses lay,
Beauty of Greece, the pride of Asia,

To The Querulous Poets

THROW by the trappings of your tinsel rhyme!
Hush the crude voice, whose neverending wail
Blights the sweet song of thrush, or nightingale,--
Set to the treble of our querulous time;

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:

Sonnet XXIV: I Hear Some Say

I hear some say, "This man is not in love."
"What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say;
"Read but his verse, and it will easily prove."
O judge not rashly, gentle Sir, I pray.