For all we have and are, …
Rudyard Kipling
They bear, in place of classic names, …
The ships destroy us above …
"This is the State above the Law. …
Rome never looks where she treads. …
‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?' said Files-on-Parade. …
“equality of sacrifice” …
The Garden called Gethsemane …
You may talk o’ gin and beer …
What is a woman that you forsake her, …
If you can keep your head when all about you …
Across a world where all men grieve …
They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, …
God of our fathers, known of old, …
Speakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all— …
We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. …
They christened my brother of old— …
Ah! What avails the classic bent …
These were our children who died for our lands: they were dear in our sight. …
Over the edge of the purple down, …
There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, …
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, …
You couldn’t pack a Broadwood half a mile— …
Not in the thick of the fight, …