George Edward Woodberry

(1855-1930 / United States)

George Edward Woodberry Poems

1. The Secret 1/4/2003
2. At Gibraltar 1/4/2003
3. Comrades 1/4/2003
4. America To England 4/22/2010
5. Divine Awe 4/22/2010
6. Edith Cavell 4/22/2010
7. From My Country 4/22/2010
8. Homeward Bound 4/22/2010
9. Immortal Love 4/22/2010
10. Love’s Rosary 4/22/2010
11. O, Inexpressible As Sweet 4/22/2010
12. O, Struck Beneath The Laurel 4/22/2010
13. On A Portrait Of Columbus 4/22/2010
14. On The Italian Front Mcmxvi 4/22/2010
15. Seaward 4/22/2010
16. So Slow To Die 4/22/2010
17. Song Of Eros, In Agathon 4/22/2010
18. Sonnets Written In The Fall Of 1914 4/22/2010
19. The Child 4/22/2010
20. The Flight 4/22/2010
21. The Rose Of Stars 4/22/2010
22. When First I Saw Her 4/22/2010
Best Poem of George Edward Woodberry

At Gibraltar

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England, I stand on thy imperial ground,
Not all a stranger; as thy bugles blow,
I feel within my blood old battles flow --
The blood whose ancient founts in thee are found
Still surging dark against the Christian bound
Wide Islam presses; well its peoples know
Thy heights that watch them wandering below;
I think how Lucknow heard their gathering sound.
I turn, and meet the cruel, turbaned face.
England, 't is sweet to be so much thy son!
I feel the conqueror in my blood and race;
Last night Trafalgar awed me, and to-day
Gibraltar ...

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America To England

MOTHER of nations, of them eldest we,
Well is it found, and happy for the state,
When that which makes men proud first makest them great,
And such our fortune is who sprang from thee,
And brought to this new land from over sea
The faith that can with every household mate,
And freedom whereof law is magistrate,
And thoughts that make men brave, and leave them free.
O Mother of our faith, our law, our lore,

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