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  • The Hedge
    Like memories born in a dream my Fancy around thee plays,
    Re-embodies the life, the beauty of olden days
    32 lines
  • Serenity
    Peace can be found in strife: artillery
    Are belching forth this sweet, entrancing morn
    14 lines
  • To a Dead Poet
    I, too, have loved with you our mother Earth:
    Listen'd at pensive eve the lyric thrush
    15 lines
  • Remembrance
    Sweet are the wind's soft kisses on the brow;
    Sweet is the singing of the mated bird;
    14 lines
  • Sunset : Hurdcott Camp
    Hushed is the wind upon the southern hill:
    It died e'en as the sunset in the west
    16 lines
  • My Hope
    You came into the shadow of my grief
    (A lovely vision radiating light);
    13 lines
  • The Night Watch
    A lonely moorland stretching far
    Beneath the stars’ eternal light;
    16 lines
  • The Wayside Cross
    Beneath a hawthorn bush, dying, he lay
    Upon an orchard slope, a gentle hill;
    109 lines
  • Love of Life
    Reach out thy hands, thy spirit's hands to me
    And pluck the Youth, the magic from my heart-
    14 lines
  • The Miracle of the Cross
    Showers of shrapnel, scream of deadly shells;
    And broken lie the belfry's prayerful bells
    41 lines
  • Shelley in the Trenches
    Shelley in the Trenches.
    Impressions are like winds; you feel their cool
    15 lines
  • Sonnets of Twilight and Youth
    I: VISION
    Charmed with the ceaseless music of the brook-
    60 lines
  • The Dead
    Let music vast, triumphal, fill the world's great nave,
    Voicing the peerless theme of noble youth
    103 lines
  • Hymn to Life: Hurdcott Camp
    I hear thy voice in the lonely pines
    When the winds arise in their unknown lair;
    99 lines
  • Now and After
    NOW.
    “Mother of England! why do you weep?”
    38 lines
  • Impression
    A breath of wind; a fragrant memory;
    Soft music and the magic of a song;
    12 lines
  • To W.H.W.
    You called to me from o'er the restless tide :
    Within the deepening shades of Death's confines,
    14 lines
  • April Evening: France, 1916
    O sweet blue eve that seems so loath to die,
    Trailing the sunset glory into night,
    20 lines
  • Matthew Copse
    Once in thy secret close, now almost bare,
    Peace yielded up her bountiful largess;
    33 lines
  • The Undying Splendour
    I: ENGLAND
    There lies an isle, a splendour of the sea
    195 lines
  • Comrades
    Those whom I've known, admired, ardently friended
    Lie silent there wrapp'd in a soldier's shroud;
    14 lines
  • A Nocturne
    Night broodeth o'er the solitude serene
    As some glad mother o'er her first-born child,
    24 lines
  • To....
    Two shining eyes that never lose their light,
    Haunting with dreams like stars within the night;
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • An English Soldier
    He died for love of race: because the blood
    Of Northern freeman swell'd his veins: arose
    14 lines
  • The Song of the Crusaders
    Freemen of England! born upon an isle
    Steel-girt, inviolate, bred beneath a sky
    28 lines
  • At Dawn In France
    Night on the plains, and the stars unfold
    The cycle of night in splendour old;
    28 lines
  • A Soldiers Funeral
    No splendid show of solemn funeral rite,
    No stricken mourners following his bier,
    12 lines
  • A Soldiers Cemetary
    Behind that long and lonely trenchèd line
    To which men come and go, where brave men die,
    14 lines
  • Gallipoli
    Upon the margin of a rugged shore
    There is a spot now barren, desolate,
    15 lines, 3 comments
  • A Lark above the Trenches
    Hushed is the shriek of hurtling shells: and hark!
    Somewhere within that bit of soft blue sky-
    17 lines, 1 comment
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