War poems

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Down To The Mothers

© Charles Kingsley

Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;

Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,

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Past And Future

© John Kenyon

  Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
  But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
  Not one there was but knew the name—and sighed—
  When—asking—it was answered them "Regret."

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An Hymne of Heavenly Love

© Edmund Spenser

Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,

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Peace

© Robert Laurence Binyon

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Lovely word flying like a bird across the narrow seas,
When winter is over and songs are in the skies,
Peace, with the colour of the dawn upon the name of her,

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Washington

© Harriet Monroe

Oh, hero of our younger race!
Great builder of a temple new!
Ruler, who sought no lordly place!
Warrior who sheathed the sword he drew!

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Abraham Lincoln

© Rose Terry Cooke

  Hundreds there have been, loftier than their kind,

  Heroes and victors in the world's great wars:

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In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure

© Alfred Tennyson

O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,

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The Australian

© William Henry Ogilvie

The bravest thing God ever made!

(A British Officer’s Opinion)

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The Shoemaker

© James Whitcomb Riley

Thou Poet, who, like any lark,

  Dost whet thy beak and trill

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The Road Home

© Madison Julius Cawein

Over the hills, as the pewee flies,
  Under the blue of the Southern skies;
  Over the hills, where the red-bird wings
  Like a scarlet blossom, or sits and sings:

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The Angel's Kiss

© Alma Frances McCollum

WHEN darkness slowly fades from earth away,
And dawning shades are turning rosy gray,
An angel comes, and softly stooping low
Leaves on our lips a kiss, a blessed kiss,
Filled with protecting peace and heavenly bliss,
Which means, 'I guard you and I love you so.'

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New Chum And Old Monarch.

© James Brunton Stephens

CHIEFTAIN, enter my verandah;

Sit not in the blinding glare;

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Night Of Frost In May

© George Meredith

With splendour of a silver day,

A frosted night had opened May:

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From "A Rhapsody"

© John Clare

Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone--

  In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.

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A Last Confession

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Our Lombard country-girls along the coast

Wear daggers in their garters: for they know

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Hawarden

© George Meredith

When comes the lighted day for men to read

Life's meaning, with the work before their hands

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The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto V.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III The Heart's Prophecies
  Be not amazed at life; 'tis still
  The mode of God with His elect
  Their hopes exactly to fulfil,
  In times and ways they least expect.

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Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama

© Percy Bysshe Shelley


ANOTHER SCENE
Indian Youth and Lady.

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Sorrow’s Importunity

© Alfred Austin

When Sorrow first came wailing to my door,
April rehearsed the madrigal of May;
And, as I ne'er had seen her face before,
I kept on singing, and she went her way.

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The London Lackpenny

© John Lydgate

  To London once my steps I bent,

  Where truth in no wise should be faint;