The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

The Shield of Achilles

She looked over his shoulder For vines and olive trees, Marble well-governed cities And ships upon untamed seas, But there on the shining metal His hands had put instead An artificial wilderness And...

By W. H. Auden
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12 October

O Love

O Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land! O if...

By Isabella Valancy Crawford
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11 October

After Aughrim

She said, “They gave me of their best, They lived, they gave their lives for me; I tossed them to the howling waste, And flung them to the foaming...

By Emily Lawless
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10 October

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth...

By Rupert Brooke
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08 October

Vain Hope

Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say, Though late it be, though lily-time be past, Though all the summer skies be overcast, Haply I will go down to...

By Ernest Dowson
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06 October


Not to be conquered by these headlong days, But to stand free: to keep the mind at brood On life’s deep meaning, nature’s altitude Of loveliness, and time’s mysterious...

By Archibald Lampman
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04 October

The Plough

Ye rigid Ploughman, bear in mind Your labour is for future hours: Advance—spare not—nor look behind— Plough deep and straight with all your powers. Richard Henry Horne...

By Richard Henry Horne
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03 October

Love among the Ruins

VII In one year they sent a million fighters forth South and North, And they built their gods a brazen pillar high As the sky, Yet reserved a thousand chariots in...

By Robert Browning
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02 October