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| 4161. | Recompense by John McCrae | | I saw two sowers in Life's field at morn,
To whom came one in angel guise and said,
"Is it for labour that a man is born?
Lo: I am Ease. Come ye an... |
| 4162. | The Captain by John McCrae | | Here all the day she swings from tide to tide,
Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain,
A masterless hulk that was a ship of pride,
Yet unasham... |
| 4163. | The Dying Of Pere Pierre by John McCrae | | ". . . with two other priests; the same night he died,
and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name."
Chronicle.
"Nay, grieve... |
| 4164. | The Hope Of My Heart by John McCrae | | "Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."
I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes... |
| 4165. | The Pilgrims by John McCrae | | An uphill path, sun-gleams between the showers,
Where every beam that broke the leaden sky
Lit other hills with fairer ways than ours;
Some cluster... |
| 4166. | Upon Watts' Picture Sic Transit by John McCrae | | "What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have."
But yesterday the tourney, all the eager joy of life,
The waving of the banners,... |
| 4167. | Poetry And Religion by Les Murray | | Religions are poems. They concert
our daylight and dreaming mind, our
emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture
into the only whole thinking:... |
| 4168. | A Retrospect Of Humidity by Les Murray | | All the air conditioners now slacken
their hummed carrier wave. Once again
we've served our three months with remissions
in the steam and dry iron ... |
| 4169. | Pigs by Les Murray | | Us all on sore cement was we.
Not warmed then with glares. Not glutting mush
under that pole the lightning's tied to.
No farrow-shit in milk to mak... |
| 4170. | The New Hieroglyphics by Les Murray | | In the World language, sometimes called
Airport Road, a thinks balloon with a gondola
under it is a symbol for speculation.
Thumbs down to ear an... |
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