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... entwining grass Have shut me in from all that once I was Nor may a thought, however subtle, break Through this green roof. Speak loud I shall not wake. III. This flickering light, these silences and showers, Were loved by me yea, more than my own kind; ...
... ftfje JifUfcatro TO THE Urrsfom My ieve I hardly dare confess, And yet to speak I am full fain, Dear little Dresden shepherdess I tremble at thy haughtiness, My heart is filled with bitter pain, My love I hardly dare confess. Fair as a legend fair princess ...
... 5T1)C (tfiiallntgc Lord Haig, speaking at a Legion dinner at the Stadium Club, stated, he knew Admirals, Generals and other officers almost starving gallant soldiers who saved Europe were rotting in their rags.' Rotting in Rags The men who wore Their ...
... ftfje JifUfcatro TO THE Urrsfom My ieve I hardly dare confess, And yet to speak I am full fain, Dear little Dresden shepherdess I tremble at thy haughtiness, My heart is filled with bitter pain, My love I hardly dare confess. Fair as a legend fair princess ...
... 5T1)C (tfiiallntgc Lord Haig, speaking at a Legion dinner at the Stadium Club, stated, he knew Admirals, Generals and other officers almost starving gallant soldiers who saved Europe were rotting in their rags.' Rotting in Rags The men who wore Their ...
... regrets be constant as we dwell Upon their honour the requiem bell 5\£o longer tolls, but banners blaze the skies. Let us speak proudly and without a tear Of their high valour and each brace resolve, Seeing at last, as grief in pride dissolve, T>he cup ...
... si (h ODE to SPRING na rsi I SING of Spring that comes with luring smile, Or rather, while my fancy's flight is winging, I speak of Spring, for like old Tom Carlyle I have unhappily no voice for singing! Come, gentle Spring, with what the poet calls A ...
... regrets be constant as we dwell Upon their honour the requiem bell 5\£o longer tolls, but banners blaze the skies. Let us speak proudly and without a tear Of their high valour and each brace resolve, Seeing at last, as grief in pride dissolve, T>he cup ...
... nd so 'tis truth the Preacher taught That here beneath the sun is naught Which truly is accounted new Of all men think, or speak, or do. The Cubist's art is what men did, When first they built a pyramid. And Futurists, we may assume, Designed King Tut-ankh ...