Poems by John McCrae
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The Dying Of Pere Pierre
... and was buried by the shores of the lake that bears his name ...
The Harvest Of The Sea
... all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves ...
The Hope Of My Heart
... "Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine ...
The Night Cometh
... "There yet is time," they lightly say, ...
The Oldest Drama
... Which makes a long past sorrow sting againLike grief of yesterday: but since it said ...
The Pilgrims
... Some clustered graves where half our memories lie ...
The Song Of The Derelict
... A fig for the wrath of the sea!Some night to the lee of the land I shall steal, ...
The Unconquered Dead
... Where all the shell-strewn earth is seamed and bare, ...
The Warrior
... Weave wavering lines across the Southern sky:Or in the stifling 'tween decks, row on row, ...
Then And Now
... Like restless birds, the breath of coming rain ...
Unsolved
... I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran, ...
Upon Watts' Picture Sic Transit
... The clash of sword and harness, and the madness of the strife ...
A Song Of Comfort
... The song would have ceased when the Spring was past, ...
The Shadow Of The Cross
... Men's hate waxed hot, and their hearts grew cold, ...
In Flanders Fields
... ys agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields ...
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