War poems
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Beaumont and Fletcher:IV
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
AN HOUR ere sudden sunset fired the west,
Arose two stars upon the pale deep east.
Boomerang
© Rex Ingamells
This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
Accolon Of Gaul: Part II
© Madison Julius Cawein
"She comes! her presence, like a moving song
Breathed soft of loveliest lips and lute-like tongue,
Sways all the gurgling forests from their rest:
I fancy where her rustling foot is pressed,
So faltering, love seems timid, but how strong
That darling love that flutters in her breast!
War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
High the crimson banner wave!
Ours be conquest or the grave!
Spirits of our noble sires,
Lo! your sons, with kindred fires,
Unconquer'd glow!
Two Easter Stanzas
© Vachel Lindsay
Though better men may fear that trumpets warning,
I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,
With golden hope my spirit still adorning.
Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn
© John Skelton
[Skelton Laureate agaynste a comely Coystrowne that curyowsly chawntyd And curryshly cowntred, And madly in hys Musykkys mokkyshly made, Agaynste the IXth Musys of polytyke Poems & Poettys matryculat.]
Of all nacyons vnder the heuyn.
Bud's Fairy-Tale
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nen _I_ say "Howdy-do!"
An' he say "_I'm_ all hunkey, Nibsey; how
Is _your_ folks comin' on?"
Summer Lightning
© Lesbia Harford
Just now, as warm day faded from our sight
Hosts of archangels, fleet
On lighting-winged feet
Passed by, all glimmering in the busy night
'On Active Service'; American Expeditionary Force (R. S., August 12, 1918)
© Edith Wharton
HE is dead that was alive.
How shall friendship understand?
Lavish heart and tireless hand
Bidden not to give or strive,
Eager brain and questing eye
Like a broken lens laid by.
Joy
© Emile Verhaeren
O splendid, spacious day, irradiate
With flaming dawns, when earth shows yet more fair
Her ardent beauty, proud, without alloy;
And wakening life breathes out her perfume rare
So potently, that, all intoxicate,
Our ravished being rushes upon joy!
The Knight
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on
(And he wields it well, I ween);
The Nightingale and Glow-worm
© William Cowper
Those Christians best deserve the name,
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.
To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.
© Mather Byles
I.
While rosey Cheeks their Bloom confess,
And Youth thy Bosom warms,
Let Vertue, and let Knowledge dress,
Thy Mind in brighter Charms.
In Hospital
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
Nothing of itself is in the still'd mind, only
A still submission to each exterior image,
Still as a pool, accepting trees and sky,
Address ToThe Devil
© Robert Burns
O thou! whatever title suit thee,-
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Don Juan: Dedication
© George Gordon Byron
Bob Southey! You're a poet-Poet-laureate,
And representative of all the race;
L'envoi from Balladeadro
© George Gordon McCrae
See where the allied armies camped,
Where plumed and painted dancers tramped-
