 Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies...  Poetry - 151 psl.redagavo - 1919Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1890 - 580 psl.
...DRILL AND DIE. THE UNEXPLAINED GLORY FLIES ABOVE THEM, GREAT is THE BATTLE-GOD, GREAT, AND HIS KINGDOMA FIELD WHERE A THOUSAND CORPSES LIE. DO NOT WEEP, BABE,...EXCELLENCE OF KILLING AND A FIELD WHERE A THOUSAND CORPSES LIE. MOTHER WHOSE HEART HUNG HUMBLE AS A BUTTON ON THE BRIGHT SPLENDID SHROUD OF YOUR SON, Do NOT WEEP.... | |
 | 1899 - 904 psl.
...criticism and praise than any book recently published." WAR IS KIND. Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the...excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright, splendid shroud of your son, Do not... | |
 | 1905 - 398 psl.
...the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift-blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and...excellence of killing, And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1923 - 708 psl.
...sententious today; the best is the passionately ironic War is Kind: Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the...excellence of killing, And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep.... | |
 | Vincent Starrett - 1923 - 264 psl.
...satire which answers all criticism. It should be apropos, just now: Do not meep, maiden, for mar is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the...red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Paint for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1923 - 706 psl.
...Little souls who thirst for fight These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flics above them; Great is the battle-god, great and...excellence of killing, And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep.... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 1926 - 378 psl.
...Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest...slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And afield where a thousand corpses He. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid... | |
 | Harriet Monroe, Alice Corbin Henderson - 1923 - 704 psl.
...Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest...excellence of killing, And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep.... | |
 | Stephen Crane - 1984 - 1422 psl.
...hand, A sword from the sky, Smote him, And he was dead. War Is Kind Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the...excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a burton On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep.... | |
 | Michael Harrison, Christopher Stuart-Clark - 1989 - 216 psl.
...These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle god, great, and his kingdom A field where a thousand corpses...excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son , Do not... | |
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