Fear poems
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Shrapnel
© Skeyhill Tom
I was sittin' in me dug-out, An' was feelin' dinkum good,Chewin' Queensland bully beef, An' biscuits 'ard as wood
My Little Wet Home In the Trench
© Skeyhill Tom
I've a little wet home in the trench,Which the rain-storms continually drench; Blue sky overhead, Mud and clay for a bed,And a stone that we use for a bench
Eleventh Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
"Who is it that this dark nightUnderneath my window plaineth?"It is one who from thy sightBeing, ah, exil'd, disdainethEvery other vulgar light.
Astrophel and Stella: Sixt Song
© Sir Philip Sidney
O you that heare this voice,O you that see this face,Say whether of the choiceDeserues the former place:Feare not to judge this bate,For it is void of hate
