Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon

Binyon, Laurence (1869-1943)

LYRICAL POEMS

[dedication]

BOOK I

IN CARISSIMAM MEMORIAM A.S.P.

THE EVENING TAKES ME FROM YOUR SIDE

TINTAGEL

O SUMMER SUN!

NAME, THAT MAKES MY HEART BEAT

AS I WALKED THROUGH LONDON

NOT EVEN LOVE

THE DISOBEDIENT HEART

FIRST DAY OF WINTER

THE CONVALESCENT

THE CHESTNUT

WHEN OLD WOUNDS BLEED AGAIN

MONTENEGRO

DOWN IN A SHADED GARDEN

THE DRIFTWOOD GATHERERS

THE VISION OF AUGUSTINE AND MONICA

THE PINE WOODS OF GRIJÒ

II.

II.

III.

III

THE DRYAD

AMASIS

THE BACCHANAL OF ALEXANDER

II.

III.

III

ASOKA

II.

III.

II.

A VISION OF RESURRECTION

S. FRANCESCO DEL DESERTO

III.

UNDER A FLOWERING TREE

A DAY THAT IS BOUNDLESS AS YOUTH

A WINTER SONG

A SPRING SONG

BETWEEN THE MOUNTAINS AND THE PLAIN

A PICTURE SEEN IN A DREAM

THE CRUSADER

I WANT A THOUSAND THINGS

SECRET PEACE

THE ANNIVERSARY

HIDE ME IN YOUR HEART

II.

II.

III.

BECAUSE THOU ART NEAREST

IV.

MORN LIKE A THOUSAND SHINING SPEARS

STRIKE STONE ON STEEL

SPRING HAS LEAPT INTO SUMMER

AN INCIDENT AT CAMBRAI

THE UNRETURNING SPRING

PEACE

IN MEMORY OF RICHARD HENRY POWELL

IN MEMORY OF GEORGE CALDERON

WINGLESS VICTORY

II.

III.

III

A DAFFODIL

THE SECRET

II.

III.

III

FOR MERCY, COURAGE, KINDNESS, MIRTH

MY BOAT SWINGS OUT AND BACK

THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN

THE DREAM HOUSE

WESTWARD

FROM THE CHINESE

THE COCKATOO: FROM THE CHINESE

I.1.

I.2.

I.3.

I.4.

II.

II.1.

II.2.

II.3.

II.4.

III.

III. THE UNDISCOVERED WORLD

III.1.

III.2.

III.3.

III.4.

I.1.

I.2.

I.3.

I.4.

II.

II.1.

II.2.

II.3.

II.4.

II.5.

III.

III.1.

III.2.

III.3.

III.4.

LONDON VISIONS NARRATIVE POEMS TRANSLATIONS

THE GOLDEN GALLERY AT SAINT PAUL'S

THE DRAY

ELEONORA DUSE AS MAGDA

WHITECHAPEL HIGH ROAD

IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM

SONGS OF THE WORLD UNBORN

II.

III.

IV.

I. THE COMING OF THE AMAZONS

II.

II. THE BATTLE

THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE

RUAN'S VOYAGE

II.

III.

III

IV.

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THE DRAY

Huge through the darkened street
The Dray comes, rolling an uneven thunder
Of wheels and trampling feet;
The shaken windows stare in sleepy wonder.

Now through an open space,
Where loitering groups about the tavern's fume
Show many a sullen face
And brawling figure in the lighted gloom,

It moves, a shadowy force
Through misery triumphant: flushed, on high
Guiding his easy course,
A giant sits, with indolent soft eye.

He turns not, that dim crowd
Of listless forms beneath him to behold;
Shawled women with head bowed
Flitting in hasty stealth, and children old:

Calm as some conqueror
Rode through old Rome, nor heeded at his heel,
'Mid the proud spoils of war,
What woeful captives thronged his chariot wheel.

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THE DRAY