Poems by Jessie Pope
The Call
... Who'll stand and bite his thumbs- ...
A Cossack Charge
... Through breaking lines the whipping whirlwind crashes ...
Love's Sacrifice
... " What! Like yours" I replied with a sneer ...
Captive Conquerors
... ttgart have been forbidden by military proclamation to cast amorous glances on the British prisoners ...
No!
... On the dreadnought's deck where the big guns bark, ...
The Longest Odds
... "Come here and take them !" So they fought, and died ...
Silent Camp
... Black, solemn peace is brooding low, ...
An Overlord
... That by trade he's the Clerk of the Weather ...
To the Clerk of the Weather
... Where shout and clash, and jangle meet and spread, ...
A Sing-Song
... (The Kaiser expressed a hope that the British might meet his Bavarians only once ...
The War Budget
... Then, in resentful clamour, screeched : ...
Motor Martyrdom
... And for twopence I'll sell my house in the dell ...
April Antidotes
... And the buffets of the breeze are soft as silk, ...
The Knitting Song
... Clicketty, click -- through the wind and the foam ...
A Royal Cracksman
... Sikes reads the report with applause, ...
