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Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon

Binyon, Laurence (1869-1943)

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I.

IN CARISSIMAM MEMORIAM A.S.P.

TESTAMENTUM AMORIS

PRESENT AND FUTURE

THE EVENING TAKES ME FROM YOUR SIDE

NAME, THAT MAKES MY HEART BEAT

O WORLD, BE NOBLER

THE AUTUMN CROCUS

THE WOUND

O CRUDELIS AMOR!

THE LAST EVENING

AS I WALKED THROUGH LONDON

THE DISOBEDIENT HEART

FIRST DAY OF WINTER

THE CONVALESCENT

WHEN OLD WOUNDS BLEED AGAIN

DOWN IN A SHADED GARDEN

FIRST DAY OF SUMMER

PRICKING THORNS

THE DRIFTWOOD GATHERERS

THE VOICES OF OCEAN

FEBRUARY MORNING

THE VISION OF AUGUSTINE AND MONICA

THE PINE WOODS OF GRIJÒ

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THE BACCHANAL OF ALEXANDER

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ORPHEUS IN THRACE

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II.

AUTUMN MOONRISE

THE BELFRY OF BRUGES

TO THE SUMMER NIGHT

THE SNOWS OF SPRING

A VISION OF RESURRECTION

LOOK NOT TOO DEEP

HAREBELL AND PANSY

EUROPE, MDCCCCI

S. FRANCESCO DEL DESERTO

A PRAYER TO TIME

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MOTHER AND CHILD

CHÂTEAU GAILLARD

UNDER A FLOWERING TREE

DREAM-COME-TRUE

LOVE'S PORTRAIT

LOVE OF MY LOVE

A DAY THAT IS BOUNDLESS AS YOUTH

BETWEEN THE MOUNTAINS AND THE PLAIN

A PICTURE SEEN IN A DREAM

I WANT A THOUSAND THINGS

THE ANNIVERSARY

HIDE ME IN YOUR HEART

PARTING AND MEETING

FLOWER AND VOICE

THE DARK GARDEN

DAWN BY THE SEA

A PRELUDE AT EVENING

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II.

THE BOWL OF WATER

THE FOREST PINE

FIDE ET LITERIS

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TOWERS OF ITALY

THE PORCH OF STARS

A MOTHER'S SONG

BECAUSE THOU ART NEAREST

PAST AND FUTURE

THUNDER ON THE DOWNS

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THE FOURTH OF AUGUST

TO THE BELGIANS

ODE FOR SEPTEMBER

ORPHANS OF FLANDERS

THE ENGLISH GRAVES

FETCHING THE WOUNDED

THE DISTANT GUNS

MORN LIKE A THOUSAND SHINING SPEARS

GUNS AT THE FRONT

I AM HERE, AND YOU

STRIKE STONE ON STEEL

SPRING HAS LEAPT INTO SUMMER

THE ENGLISH YOUTH

OXFORD IN WAR-TIME

AN INCIDENT AT CAMBRAI

THE UNRETURNING SPRING

IN MEMORY OF RICHARD HENRY POWELL

IN MEMORY OF GEORGE CALDERON

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WINGLESS VICTORY

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III.

FOR MERCY, COURAGE, KINDNESS, MIRTH

WIND AT MIDNIGHT

NOTHING IS ENOUGH

TREES ARE FOR LOVERS

THE AUGUST WEEDS

SEEKING AND FINDING

THE THINGS THAT GROW

DOING AND MAKING

A GLIMPSE OF TIME

BEFORE SLEEP COMES

THE TWO DESIRES

WALNUT-LEAF SCENT

THE TAMARISK HEDGE

SHABBY HOUSE-WALL

THE HOUSE THAT WAS

OUR TREE HAS FLOWERS

SILENCES IN THE MIND

MY BOAT SWINGS OUT AND BACK

THE APPLE BOUGHS

THE EYES OF YOUTH

THE SEVEN ISLES

THE CATHEDRAL PORCH

THE WOOD'S ENTRY

THE CHILDREN DANCING

THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN

THE DREAM HOUSE

FROM THE CHINESE

THE COCKATOO: FROM THE CHINESE

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I. THE VICTORIES

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I.4.

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II.1.

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II.3.

II.4.

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III. THE UNDISCOVERED WORLD

III.1.

III.2.

III.3.

III.4.

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I.1.

I.2.

I.3.

I.4.

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II.1.

II.2.

II.3.

II.4.

II.5.

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III.

III.1.

III.2.

III.3.

III.4.

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LONDON VISIONS NARRATIVE POEMS TRANSLATIONS

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THE LITTLE DANCERS

FEBRUARY TWILIGHT

THE GOLDEN GALLERY AT SAINT PAUL'S

ELEONORA DUSE AS MAGDA

TRAFALGAR SQUARE

WHITECHAPEL HIGH ROAD

IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM

THE ROAD MENDERS

MOTHER OF EXILES

SONGS OF THE WORLD UNBORN

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NARRATIVE POEMS

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THE DEATH OF ADAM

BAHRAM THE HUNTER

THE DESERTED PALACE

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I. THE COMING OF THE AMAZONS

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THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE

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THE WOUND

I have too happy been.
Some sad Fate envies me.
An arrow she, unseen,
Has fitted to her bow,
And smiling grim, I know,
Let the drawn shaft leap free.

Deep in my side it pierced:
With sudden pain I shook,
And gazed around, the accurst
Perfidious foe to espy.
Lo, only thou art nigh,
With sweet and troubled look!