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The Burning Babe by Robert Southwell

The Burning Babe by Robert Southwell As I in hoary winter’s night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was

Each and All ?By Ralph Waldo Emerson Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top

Storm ?by H.D. You crash over the trees, you crack the live branch? the branch is white, the green crushed,

? Ode to a Nightingale ?by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as

WIRERS by Siegfried Sassoon “Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out”? And yawning sentries mumble, “Wirers going out.” Unravelling;

City of Ships ?by Walt Whitman ? City of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the

COUNTER-ATTACK by Siegfried Sassoon ? We’d gained our first objective hours before While dawn broke like a face with blinking

? Vespers by Amy Lowell Last night, at sunset, The foxgloves were like tall altar candles. Could I have lifted

Wild with all Regrets by Wilfred Owen (Another version of “A Terre”.) To Siegfried Sassoon ? My arms have mutinied

Stars by Robert Frost HOW countlessly they congregate O’er our tumultuous snow, Which flows in shapes as tall as trees