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Dermot Freyer . *WAR IN THE BALKANS . [ RE the snows lie sleek On the moorland grasses Grey guns shall speak In the mountain passes . Grey guns shall bay , Grey clouds come over Wild wood and way Where the vultures hover . And down in the plain , Where the earth lies under Vineyard and grain , Grey guns shall thunder . And many a lad Streets gay with bunting Shall go forth glad , As a hound to the hunting . Shall leave the land And the plough - team 's labour , And take to his hand White lance and sabre .
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Richard Buxton . THE GREY LAND. "HERE was a man who loved a wood so well , 1 Each separate tree , each flower and climbing weed , That at the last he thither went to dwell And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill ,…
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…T I HAVE LOVED . TENDERLY , day that I have loved , I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow , and fold your thin , dead hands. The grey veils of the half -light deepen ; colour dies . I bear you , a light burden , to the shrouded sands , Where lies your waiting boat, by wreaths of the seas making Mist -garlanded , with all grey weeds of the water crowned . There you 'll be laid , past fear of sleep or hope of waking ; And over the unmoving sea , without a sound , Faint hands will row you outward , out beyond our sight , Us with stretched …
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…n unseen foe . I saw my mother ; and him whose love had made My life an ecstasy of joy and pain . Between these two an angel stood , all grey , With grey wings softer than a seamew 's breast And eyes all shrouded from the gaze of men . " Lo , this is Death ,” I mused , “ all robed in grey ." And still th' enchanted drowsy stream flowed on, Beating some rhythmic music in my ears Until the sea should silence all at last . Overhead my children slept . And I thought “ What when they wake , and , calling for me , Find that there is no longer Mother …
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…e , Yea , we - whose souls are small exceedingly ; When buttercups ' largesse on sultry plains , And sun - dried mowings lying sweet and grey , And opal benison of quiet rains Have satisfied the reeling sense with May ; Grant us remembrance - lest we fail to know One lavish moment 's poignant loveliness ,- ) How in the grey streets passeth to and fro Shrill - crying , lost , night - blinded bitterness . 171
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… you over the gulf , on Mars, Would I not try a bridge to span it And dare the cold between the stars ? But you are here where skies are grey , And shivering trees are bleak and brown , And field and fen stretch far away , Mile on mile , from Cambridge town . They ' ve made a road from me to you , And lit their lamp - posts all along ; And there is nothing left to do But sing my ineffectual song . 178
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…ds cry and mourn ; The little twittering swallows Cry out their notes ; forlorn The grass at the sea 's edge On the cliff ledge . A cold grey sky ; the wind Rustles through the trees ; Chilled grasses weep ; unkind To them the icy breeze . Brown hedgerows sway and creak , The wind 's so bleak . 152
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…e old brown wall and meadows trim ; The tideless song of Never , Never , Never Lulls the wet woods , and ever growing dim The fields are grey with mist , and slip away Into the darkness with the dying day . 147
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…hosphorescence in the wake , And starlight o' er the prow . One comet , like an angry snake , Lifts up its hooded brow . The black grows grey towards the East : The black silver glowstic feast Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows . 55
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…he banner of the lost regret ; In the midst betwixt the skies God looks through the clouds and dies . Lying on a bank of green , All the grey is clearest seen ; All my floating thoughts arise To the place where God still lies . In my thought I clothe him now ; He is born behind my brow , And again shall live and die In the battle of the sky . 151
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…lame ? yet grant to us the scourge But spare the bolt in Thine uplifted hand . Great God , Who dost not doom the sins of men With cold , grey justice of a human eye , Have not our fathers glorified Thy name ? Hath she no service yet ? O grant us then This respite , gracious Lord , or else to die Before our dear , dear country owns her shame . 213
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Norman Davey. “ Crying — 'Oh ! that we might spend less time in this grey ocean friendless, Suffering in torment endless - doomed by a divine decree : Damned , discredited and daunted — fever-ridden , devil haunted By the screeching seagull taunted down the sad Sargasso Sea . " Muttering and moaning ever dismal tales of lost endeavour , Corpses we may not dissever all our shattered decks impede Staring skulls that shine and shimmer : ghastly skeletons that glimmer, As the western sun sinks dimmer in the rank Sargasso weed . “ Lying in a grave u…
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…thai Far beyond the sunset 's lustre , where the clouds their legions muster In the slimy sea - weed cluster lie those vessels gaunt and grey : Far from human touch or token : over songless seas unbroken Shattered wrecks with all their oaken bulwarks crumbling in decay .
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Frances Cornford . My idle hands and fingers brown Played with the pebbles grey ; The waves came up, the waves went down , Most thundering and gay . The pebbles they were smooth and round And warm upon my hands , Like little people I had found Sitting among the sands. The grains of sand so shining -small, Soft through my fingers ran ; The sun shone down upon it all, And so my dream began . How all of this had been before , How ages far away I lay on some forgotten shore As here I lie to- day . The waves came shining up the sands , As here to- d…
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…ast, the children moved And made their scattered beds , Their mother died and I had proved Too hard my vigour 's threads. With hair gone grey and muscle stiff , Eye dim and hearing slow , I stand at fifty on the cliff And feel the surf below . 110
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…ight their love in darkness But they veil it in the light . “ I have heard the boys at day prime , I have seen the men at noon , And the grey - beards pass me silent In the hush t' wixt sun and moon . They have sought the truth in day - time While I slept and let them play , But when night came down they found it, For there is no truth in day .” 200
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MARJORY MINES. CHRISTMAS . Morning . THE light was grey When shrill cocks crew , They knew that day Was peering through Her mantle dim , her mantle blue , And heard her say : “ O dear world , help me to count less This once , the feet that stray , The hands that do not bless That men forever may Feel my caress .” Afternoon . W E cannot , like the wise men three , W Journey away to seek and see , But we can keep with feast and mirth The winter blossoming of earth ; Nor shut our doors , for we may then Shut out the travelling Wise Men , Who alway…
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…n Amid the dusk of Earth 's uncertain shore ; One light the less , but in Jehovah 's Heaven One star the more ! THE CHALLENGE . TOW your grey eyes are filled with tears ; Your hands are trembling in my own ; The low voice falls upon my own ears , An undulating monotone . Your lips are gathered up to mine ; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; 58
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… You came with us , Came happily , hand in hand with the young dancing hours , High on the downs at dawn !) Void now and tenebrous , The grey sands curve before me .. . From the inland meadows , Fragrant of June and clover , floats the dark , and fills The hollow sea 's dead face with little creeping shadows , And the white silence brims the hollow of the hills . Close in the nest is folded every weary wing , Hushed all the joyful voices ; and we , who hold you dear , Eastward we turn , and homeward , alone , remem bering . . . Day that I loved…
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…terplay Of thoughts of many days of happiness When you were swift to dance and bright of tress , That now are heavy - limbed and old and grey . near you staring at Perhaps it is the chatting of the birds In the new sun that brings to you again The thought that on a day just such as this You should have seen him come , have heard his words , Have felt - No . Only guessing at your pain I watch you gaze upon your memories . 210