The Years Between

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Doubleday, Page, 1919 - 153 páginas
A collection of poems written during the period from just after the Boer War till the aftermath of World War I, with topics including war, life, death and God.

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Página 115 - THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES 1911 WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail. For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Página 128 - A DEAD STATESMAN I could not dig: I dared not rob: Therefore I lied to please the mob. Now all my lies are proved untrue And I must face the men I slew.
Página 63 - It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock. It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock. It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain, Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main. They say to mountains, 'Be ye removed.
Página xiii - Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of iniquity, and the act of violence is in their hands.
Página 9 - Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil; Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind. First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behind...
Página 92 - THIS is the State above the Law. The State exists for the State alone." [This is a gland at the back of the jaw, And an answering lump by the collar-bone.] Some die shouting in gas or fire; Some die silent, by shell and shot. Some die desperate, caught on the wire; Some die suddenly. This will not. "Regis suprema voluntas Lex
Página 64 - They say to the lesser floods 'Be dry.' Under their rods are the rocks reproved — they are not afraid of that which is high. Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit — then is the bed of the deep laid bare, That the Sons of Mary may overcome it pleasantly sleeping and unaware. They finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires.
Página 24 - Not at a little cost, Hardly by prayer or tears, Shall we recover the road we lost In the drugged and doubting years. But, after the fires and the wrath, But, after searching and pain, His Mercy opens us a path To live with ourselves again. In the Gates of Death rejoice! We see and hold the good — Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice With Freedom's brotherhood!
Página 39 - Old Days! The wild geese are flighting, Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting, And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more!
Página ix - Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold, Our wounds are bleeding yet— And you tell us now that our strength is sold To help them press for a debt! ' 'Neath all the flags of all mankind That use upon the seas, Was there no other fleet to find That you strike hands with these?

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