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Edward Thomas
(1878-1917 / London / England)
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36 poems of Edward Thomas
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''No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name—
And willows, willow-herb, and grass,''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Adlestrop (l. 6-9). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Ox...
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''Everything
Would have been different. For it would have been
Another world.' 'Ay, and a better, though
If we could see all all might seem good.'''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 30-33). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Lark...
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''As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin...
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''Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night
To be cut down by the sharp ax of light—,
Out of the night, two cocks together crow,
Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Cock-Crow (l. 1-4). . .
Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford Uni...
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''It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth,
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 13-16). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Ox...
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''Today I think Only with scents,—scents dead leaves
yield,''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 1-2). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxfo...
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Under the heavens that know not what years be
The men, the beasts, the trees, the implements
Uttered even what they will in times far hence—
All of us gone out of the reach of chan...
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 38-42). . .
Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with K...
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''After night's thunder far away had rolled
The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 1-2). . .
Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Kar...
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''Whenever I am sufficiently rich:
Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,
Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater—
I shall give them all to my elder daughter.''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. If I Should Ever by Chance (l. 11-14). . .
Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Ye...
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''The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men
Now far from home,''
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Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) (l. 1-3). . .
Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Lark...
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