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Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge.... Read More »

Tagged: Owen, Wilfred, poem, country, war

1914, V. The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, s... Read More »

Tagged: Brooke, Rupert, England, poem, war

The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town,     And the tide rises, the t... Read More »

The Sailor's Grave at Clo-oose, V.I.

Out of the winds' and the waves' riot, Out of the loud foam, He has put in to a great quiet And a still home. Here he may lie at ease and wonder Why the old ship waits, And hark for the surge a... Read More »

Consolation

Though he, that ever kind and true, Kept stoutly step by step with you, Your whole long, gusty lifetime through, Be gone a while before, Be now a moment gone before, Yet, doubt not, soon the seas... Read More »

The House of Life: 73. The Choice, III

Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, ... Read More »

The Angel of Patience

Beside the toilsome way Lonely and dark, by fruits and flowers unblest, Which my feet tread sadly, day by day, Longing in vain for rest. An angel softly walks, With pale sweet face, and eye cast... Read More »

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them thro... Read More »

Rain on a Grave

Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain, – Her who but lately Had shivered with pain As at touch of dishonour If there had lit on her So coldly, so straightly Such arrows of ... Read More »

Crossing the Bar 1 Comment

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that ... Read More »

Tagged: tide, death, sea, sailing, pilot