War poems
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To the Snowdrop
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.
Winter Clouds
© Mao Zedong
Winter clouds snow-laden, cotton fluff flying,
None or few the unfallen flowers.
Our Abode In Arby Wood
© William Barnes
Though ice do hang upon the willows
Out bezide the vrozen brook,
Cease, Warring Thoughts
© James Shirley
Cease, warring thoughts, and let his brain
No more discord entertain,
But be smooth and calm again.
First Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing,
The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?
Eclipse
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm,
In the bear's coat sheltering its nakedness from storm.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way
Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray
The Candle
© Katherine Mansfield
By my bed, on a little round table
The Grandmother placed a candle.
She gave me three kisses telling me they were three
dreams
Evening Prayer
© Arthur Rimbaud
I spend my life sitting - like an angel
in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug
in my fist, belly and neck curved,
a Gambier pipe in my teeth, under the air
swelling with impalpable veils of smoke.
Tortoise
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
On the stony spurs of Pierius
The Muses conducted the first round dance
So like bees, blind lyrists might give us Ionic honey.
A great chill blew
The True Knight
© Stephen Hawes
FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
The Bush Fire
© Henry Lawson
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;
And better the rattle of rifles near, or the thunder on deck at sea,
Than the soundmost hellish of all to hearof a fire where it should not be.
The Destroying Angel or The Poet's Dream
© William Topaz McGonagall
I dreamt a dream the other night
That an Angel appeared to me, clothed in white.
Oh! it was a beautiful sight,
Such as filled my heart with delight.
From Faust - Second Part - Scene The Last
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ANGELS.
[Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal
part of Faust.]
The African Chief
© William Cullen Bryant
Chained in the market-place he stood,
A man of giant frame,
John Brown
© William Herbert Carruth
Had he been made of such poor clay as we,
Who, when we feel a little fire aglow
