With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.
the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy. - Laurence Binyon
the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.
- Laurence Binyon
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. - Laurence Binyon
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath. - Laurence Binyon
We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. - Laurence Binyon
Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet Dance sedately; f… - Laurence Binyon
Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet Dance sedately; f…
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. - Laurence Binyon
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. But surely it is in times like the… - Laurence Binyon
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future. But surely it is in times like the…
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morni… - Laurence Binyon
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morni…
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