- A bowl of daffodils
- A league and a league from the trenches
- All that a man might ask thou hast given me, England
- All the hills and vales along
- Alone amid the battle-din untouched
- Ambassador of Christ you go
- Around no fire the soldiers sleep to-night
- As I lay in the trenches
- A song of hate is a song of Hell
- A sudden swirl of song in the bright sky
- At last there’ll dawn the last of the long year
- Awake, ye nations, slumbering supine
- A wind in the world! The dark departs
- A wingèd death has smitten dumb thy bells
- Because for once the sword broke in her hand
- Before I knew, the Dawn was on the road
- Beneath fair Magdalen’s storied towers
- Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead!
- Broken, bewildered by the long retreat
- Brothers in blood! They who this wrong began
- Burned from the ore’s rejected dross
- By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done
- By all the glories of the day
- By day, by night, along the lines their dull boom rings
- Champion of human honour, let us lave
- Come, Death, I’d have a word with thee
- Courage came to you with your boyhood’s grace
- Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west
- Dawn off the Foreland—the young flood making
- Dear son of mine, the baby days are over
- Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town
- Endless lanes sunken in the clay
- England, in this great fight to which you go
- England! where the sacred flame
- Facing the guns, he jokes as well
- For all we have and are
- Franceline rose in the dawning gray
- From morn to midnight, all day through
- Further and further we leave the scene
- Give us a name to fill the mind
- Great names of thy great captains gone before
- Green gardens in Laventie!
- Guns of Verdun point to Metz
- Here is his little cambric frock
- Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
- Here, where we stood together, we three men
- He said: Thou petty people, let me pass
- I cannot quite remember…. There were five
- I feel the spring far off, far off
- If I should die, think only this of me:
- I have a rendezvous with Death
- I heard the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke
- I know a beach road
- In a vision of the night I saw them
- I never knew you save as all men know
- In lonely watches night by night
- In the face of death, they say, he joked—he had no fear
- In the glad revels, in the happy fêtes
- I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
- I saw the spires of Oxford
- I see across the chasm of flying years
- It is portentous, and a thing of state
- It was silent in the street
- I was out early to-day, spying about
- I went upon a journey
- I will die cheering, if I needs must die
- Land of the desolate, Mother of tears
- Land of the Martyrs—of the martyred dead
- Led by Wilhelm, as you tell
- Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven
- Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered
- Men of my blood, you English men!
- Men of the Twenty-first
- Moon, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim
- Mother and child! Though the dividing sea
- My leg? It’s off at the knee
- My name is Darino, the poet
- Nay, nay, sweet England, do not grieve!
- Near where the royal victims fell
- No Man’s Land is an eerie sight
- No more old England will they see
- Not long did we lie on the torn, red field of pain
- Not since Wren’s Dome has whispered with man’s prayer
- Not with her ruined silver spires
- Now is the midnight of the nations: dark
- Now lamp-lit gardens in the blue dusk shine
- Now slowly sinks the day-long labouring Sun
- Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces
- Of all my dreams by night and day
- Often I think of you, Jimmy Doane,
- O gracious ones, we bless your name
- Oh, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day
- Oh, red is the English rose
- Oh! yon hills are filled with sunlight
- O living pictures of the dead
- O race that Cæsar knew
- Our little hour,—how swift it flies
- Out where the line of battle cleaves
- Over the twilight field
- Quiet thou didst stand at thine appointed place
- Qui vive? Who passes by up there?
- Robbed mother of the stricken Motherland
- Saints have adored the lofty soul of you
- See you that stretch of shell-torn mud spotted with pools of mire
- Shadow by shadow, stripped for fight
- She came not into the Presence as a martyred saint might come
- She was binding the wounds of her enemies when they came
- Shyly expectant, gazing up at Her
- Sometimes I fly at dawn above the sea
- The battery grides and jingles
- The first to climb the parapet
- The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shell
- The naked earth is warm with Spring
- There are five men in the moonlight
- There is a hill in England
- There is wild water from the north
- The road that runs up to Messines
- The starshells float above, the bayonets glisten
- They had hot scent across the spumy sea
- They sent him back to her. The letter came
- This is the ballad of Langemarck
- This was the gleam then that lured from far
- Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
- Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay
- Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
- Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
- To the Judge of Right and Wrong
- ’T was in the piping time of peace
- Under our curtain of fire
- Under the tow-path past the barges
- Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee
- Was there love once? I have forgotten her
- We are here in a wood of little beeches:
- We challenged Death. He threw with weighted dice
- We may not know how fared your soul before
- We willed it not. We have not lived in hate
- What have I given
- What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
- What of the faith and fire within us
- What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible?
- When battles were fought
- When consciousness came back, he found he lay
- When first I saw you in the curious street
- When the fire sinks in the grate, and night has bent
- When there is Peace our land no more
- Wherever war, with its red woes
- With arrows on their quarters and with numbers on their hoofs
- With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
- Ye sleepers, who will sing you?
- You dare to say with perjured lips
- You have become a forge of snow-white fire
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