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Death is Nothing at All
Death is nothing at all By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost. “Nothing Gold Can Stay.”
Walking In Snow
Walking In snow Poem
Wanderers
Wanderers Peom
My Father and I in The Time of Water
My Father and I in The Time of Water
Photograph of You Walking on a Frozen Lake
PHOTOGRAPH OF YOU WALKING ON A FROZEN LAKE
A Prayer for my Daughter
A Prayer for my Daughter by W.B Yeats. From Michael Robartes and the Dancer (Cuala Press, 1921)
The Soldier
“The Soldier” is a poem written by Rupert Brooke. It is the fifth and final sonnet in the sequence 1914, published posthumously in 1915 in the collection 1914 and Other Poems. The manuscript is located at King’s College, Cambridge
Four War Poems
Four War Poems Poem by Sheena Blackhall
In Flanders Fields
“In Flanders Fields” is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae
Two Poems From The War
Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing!
Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment
Of beauty had, and golden summer spent,
And savage glory of the fluttering
Torn banners of the rain, and frosty ring
Of moon-white winters, and the imminent
Long-lunging seas, and glowing students bent
To race on some smooth beach the gull’s wing:
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