We’d found an old Boche dug—out,… And gave us hell, for shell on fra… Hammered on top, but never quite b… Rain, guttering down in waterfalls… Kept slush waist high, that rising…
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by th… Kindness of wooed and wooer Seems shame to their love pure. O Love, your eyes lose lure
There was a whispering in my heart… A sigh of the coal. Grown wistful of a former earth It might recall. I listened for a tale of leaves
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed w… Yesterday’s Mail; the casualties… And (large) Vast Booty from our… Also, they read of Cheap Homes, n… For, said the paper, “When this w…
So neck to stubborn neck, and obst… Wrestled those two; and peerless… Could not prevail, nor get at any… So those huge hands that, small, h… Let slip the writhing of Antaeus’…
Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and th… Be careful; can’t shake hands now;… Both arms have mutinied against me… My fingers fidget like ten idle br… I tried to peg out soldierly —no u…
In twos and threes, they have not… Crowds that thread eastward, gay o… Those seek no further than their q… Wives, walking westward, slow and… Neither should I go fooling over…
Hush, thrush! Hush, missen—thrush… I heard the flush of footsteps thr… And a low whistle by the water’s b… Still! Daffodil! Nay, hail me not… Your gay gold lily daunts me and d…
As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil, So men who fade in dust of warfare… Fairer, and sorrow blooms their so… Like pearls which noble women wear
Out there, we’ve walked quite frie… Sat down and eaten with him, cool… Pardoned his spilling mess—tins in… We’ve sniffed the green thick odou… Our eyes wept, but our courage did…
He dropped, —more sullenly than we… Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like… And none of us could kick him to h… —just blinked at my revolver, blea… —Didn’t appear to know a war was o…
My shy hand shades a hermitage apa… O large enough for thee, and thy b… Life there is sweeter held than in… Stiller than in the heavens of hol… The wine is gladder there than in…
After the blast of lightning from… The flourish of loud clouds, the… After the drums of time have rolle… And from the bronze west long retr… Shall Life renew these bodies? Of…
All sounds have been as music to m… Pacific lamentations of slow bells… The crunch of boots on blue snow r… Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all… Bugles that sadden all the evening…
It lieth low near merry England’s… Like a long—buried sin; and Engli… Forget that in its death their sir… And, like a sin, Time lays it bar… To tell of races wronged,