Robert Malise Bowyer Nichols Hear Poems
- 1. The Philosopher's Oration
(From 'A Faun's Holiday')
Meanwhile, though nations in distress
... - 2. November
As I walk the misty hill
All is languid, fogged, and still;
Not a note of any bird
Nor any motion's hint is heard,
... - 3. The Sprig Of Lime
He lay, and those who watched him were amazed
To see unheralded beneath the lids
Twin tears, new-gathered at the price of pain,
Start and at once run crookedly athwart
... - 4. The Assault
The beating of the guns grows louder.
'Not long, boys, now'.
My heart burns whiter, fearfuller, prouder.
Hurricanes grow
... - 5. Seventeen
For Anne.
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,
All shadows joyfuller than lissom hounds
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