
Alfred Noyes
Dedication To The Memory Of Cecil Spring-Rice
ST as any soldier of the
He served his England, with the imminent
Poised at his heart
Nor could the world
Peace In A Palace
"You were weeping in the night," said the Emperor, "Weeping in your sleep,
I am told
""It was nothing but a dream," said the Empress; But her face grew gray and old
"You thought you saw our German ...
The Lost Battle
It is not over yet-the
Where those immortal dreamers failed
They stormed the citadels of night,
And the night praised them-and prevailed
Resurrection
Once more I hear the everlasting sea Breathing beneath the mountain's fragrant breast,
Come unto Me, come unto Me, And I will give you rest
We have destroyed the Temple and in three days He hath rebuilt it — all things are made new: And ...
Kilmeny A Song of the Trawlers
Dark, dark, lay the drifters, against the red west,
As they shot their long meshes of steel overside;
And the oily green waters were rocking to rest When Kilmeny went out, at the turn of the tide
And nobody knew where that lassie wo...
The Ballad of Dick Turpin
The daylight moon looked quietly
Through the gathering dusk on London townA smock-frocked yokel hobbled
By Newgate, humming a country song
Chewing a straw, he stood to
In The Cool Of The Evening
In the cool of the evening, when the low sweet whispers waken,
When the laborers turn them homeward, and the weary have their will,
When the censers of the roses o'er the forest aisles are shaken,
Is it but the wind that cometh o'er...
Daddy Fell into the Pond
Everyone grumbled
The sky was grey
We had nothing to do and nothing to say
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
The Sussex Sailor
O, once, by Cuckmere Haven,
I heard a sailor sing Of shores beyond the sunset, And lands of lasting spring,
Of blue lagoons and palm trees And isles where all was young;
But this was ever the burden of ev'ry note he sung: "O, h...
To A Successful Man
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Immortal Sails
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold, And ransack heaven before our moment fails
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old, We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails
It is not time that makes eternity
Love and an ...
To The R A F
Never since English ships went
To singe the beard of Spain,
Or English sea-dogs hunted
Along the Spanish Main,