The Cause; Poems Of The War by Laurence BinyonThe Cause; Poems Of The War by Laurence Binyon

The Cause; Poems Of The War

byLaurence Binyon

Paperback | October 12, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... TO GOETHE Goethe, who saw and who foretold A world revealed New-springing from its ashes old On Valmy field, When Prussia's sullen hosts retired Before the advance Of ragged, starved, but freedom-fired Soldiers of France; If still those clear, Olympian eyes Through smoke and rage Your ancient Europe scrutinize, What think you, Sage? Are these the armies of the Light That seek to drown The light of lands where freedom's fight Has won renown? Will they blot also out your name Because you praise All works of men that shrine the flame Of beauty's ways, Wherever men have proved them great, Nor, drunk with pride, Saw but a single swollen State And naught beside, Nor dreamed of drilling Europe's mind With threat and blow The way professors have designed Genius should go? Or shall a people rise at length And see, and shake The fetters from its giant strength, And grandly break This pedantry of feud and force, To man untrue, Thundering and blundering on its course To death and rue? YPRES On the road to Ypres, on the long road, Marching strong, We '11 sing a song of Ypres, of her glory And her wrong. Proud rose her towers in the old time, Long ago. Trees stood on her ramparts, and the water Lay below. Shattered are the towers into potsherds--Jumbled stones. Underneath the ashes that were rafters Whiten bones. Blood is in the cellar where the wine was, On the floor. Rats run on the pavement where the wives met At the door. But in Ypres there's an army that is biding, Seen of none. You'd never hear their tramp nor see their shadow In the sun. Thousands of the dead men there are waiting Through the night, Waiting for a bugle in the cold dawn Blown for fight. Listen when the bugle's calling Forward! They '11 be found, Dead men, risen in battalions...
Title:The Cause; Poems Of The WarFormat:PaperbackDimensions:18 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.04 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217344798

ISBN - 13:9780217344791