 | 1927 - 128 sider
...clod, to which the war-cry once was rain And tribal spears the fatal sheaves of corn, Lies fallow now. But as the turf divides, I see in the slow progress...earth And ploughs down palaces and thrones and towers. MEDITATION IN BUNHILL FIELDS BURIAL GROUND, LUNCH TIME QUIETUDE fills this place; it is not Still Nor... | |
 | David Rubadiri - 1989 - 132 sider
...clod, to which the war-cry once was rain And tribal spears the fatal sheaves of corn. Lies fallow now. But as the turf divides I see in the slow progress of his strides Over the toppled clouds and falling flowers. The timeless, surly patience of the serf That moves the nearest to the... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 sider
...right; But where's the bloody horse? (1. 3—4) FaBoCo; FaBoEE; GTBS-P; InPK; MoBrPo; NOBL; OxBTC 6 swers fire, and through their play flames Each battle...face. Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neig (1. 12-14) BeLS; CH; ChTr; EnRP; FaBoCh; FaBoRV; FaPoR; GN; GTBS; GTBS-P; NOBE; OBNC; OBWP; OnMSP;... | |
 | United States Armed Forces Institute - 1942 - 532 sider
...clod, to which the war-cry once was rain And tribal spears the fatal sheaves of corn, Lies fallow now. But as the turf divides I see in the slow progress...the serf That moves the nearest to the naked earth C. Day Lewis /"" (CECIL) DAY LEWIS was born April 27, 1904, at Ballintubber, Queens County, ^*f Ireland.... | |
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... hooves, The ploughman drives, a slow somnambulist, And through the green his crimson furrow grooves. His heart, more deeply than he wounds the plain, Long by the rasping share of insult torn, Red clod, to which the war-cry once was rain And tribal... 