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Há 4 dias · And Christ, still sentried by the seraphim, Near the front-line, between two splintered trees, Spoke him: 'My son, behold these hands and feet.'. The soldier eyed him upward, limb by limb, Paused at the Face, then muttered, 'Wounds like these Would shift a bloke to Blighty just a treat !'. Christ, gazing downward, grieving and ungrim, Whispered,
8 de mai. de 2024 · Can you relate? We are the happy legion, for we know... Can you relate?
15 de mai. de 2024 · At The Cenotaph. I saw the Prince of Darkness, with his Staff, Standing bare-headed by the Cenotaph: Unostentatious and respectful, there. He stood, and offered up the following prayer. 'Make them forget, O Lord, what this Memorial. Means; their discredited ideas revive; Breed new belief that War is purgatorial.
26 de mai. de 2024 · Only the clocks are alert. Out in the night there's autumn -smelling gloom. Crowded with whispering trees; across the park. A hollow cry of hounds like lonely bells: And I know that the clouds are moving across the moon; The low, red, rising moon. Now herons call. And wrangle by their pool; and hooting owls. Sail from the wood above pale stooks ...
15 de mai. de 2024 · Observe these blue solemnities of sky Offering for the academes of after-ages A mythologic welkin freaked with white! Listen : one tiny tinkling rivulet Accentuates the super-sultry stillness That dr
Há 4 dias · The Last Meeting. I. Because the night was falling warm and still. Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will go up the hill once more. To find the face of him that I have lost, And speak with him before his ghost has flown. Far from the earth that might not keep him long. So down the road I went, pausing to see.
25 de mai. de 2024 · I sit. Burning my dreams away beside the fire: For death has made me wise and bitter and strong; And I am rich in all that I have lost. O starshine on the fields of long -ago, Bring me the darkness and the nightingale; Dim wealds of vanished summer, peace of home, And silence; and the faces of my friends. Siegfried Sassoon.
