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Robert Graves: The Next War
The Next WarYou young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at Royal Welch Fusiliers, Happy though these hours you spend, Have they…Robert Graves: The Poet in the Nursery
The Poet in the NurseryThe youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient poet was mum-mumbling A song about some Lovers at a…Robert Graves: The Shivering Beggar
The Shivering BeggarNear Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, The old man trembled for the fierce cold.Saint…Robert Graves: To an Ungentle Critic
To an Ungentle CriticThe great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting down That glorious blaze behind the town? You'll only skip the…Robert Graves: To Lucasta on Going to the War— for the Fourth Time
To Lucasta on Going to the War— for the Fourth TimeIt doesn't matter what's the cause, What wrong they say we're righting, A curse for treaties, bonds and laws, When we're to do the…Robert Graves: Two Fusiliers
Two FusiliersAnd have we done with War at last? Well, we've been lucky devils both, And there's no need of pledge or oath To bind our lovely friendship fast, By firmer stuff Close bound…Robert Graves: When I'm Killed
When I'm KilledWhen I'm killed, don't think of me Buried there in Cambrin Wood, Nor as in Zion think of me With the Intolerable Good. And there's one thing that I know well, I'm damned if I'…A Boy's Will: Into My Own
by Robert Frost Ghost HouseInto My Own The youth is persuaded that he will be rather more than less himself for having forsworn the world. ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So…A Boy's Will: A Prayer in Spring
by Robert Frost To the Thawing WindFlower-gatheringA Prayer in Spring He discovers that the greatness of love lies not in forward-looking thoughts; OH, give us pleasure in the flowers…A Boy's Will: Flower-gathering
by Robert Frost A Prayer in SpringRose PogoniasFlower-gathering nor yet in any spur it may be to ambition. I LEFT you in the morning, And in the morning glow, You walked a way beside…Trending
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