the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.

- Laurence Binyon

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

- 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.

- Laurence Binyon

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

- Laurence Binyon

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

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

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