Poems by Robert Graves
Finland
... The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground, ...
To an Ungentle Critic
... There are old-fashioned folk still like it ...
The Spoilsport
... Stands or squats where suits him best ...
Faun
... Here Faun is free! Today against yon pine, ...
Tom Taylor
... I've seen them twitch, draw breath, grope, sigh, ...
1805
... By G-d, he snipped them through and snatched the glory! ...
Brittle Bones
... Though well I knew she'd not be true, ...
Nine O'Clock
... " II. Good-night to the meadow, farewell to the nine o'clock Sun, ...
Haunted
... Roar through the darkness, stamp and sing ...
Star-Talk
... The thought of it chills my bones to the marrow, ...
The "Alice Jean"
... But no! The ship that took my Dick from me ...
Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock
... Blank shadows crawled and tumbled, shaking, tricking the sight, ...
True Johnny
... Johnny: When the sun turns against the clock, ...
Sullen Moods
... Friendship is flattery, though close hid ...
Nursery Memories
... (The first corpse I saw was on the ...
