John Le Gay Brereton

(2 September 1871 – 2 February 1933 / Australia)

John Le Gay Brereton Poems

1. The Grave 1/1/2004
2. The Robe Of Grass 1/1/2004
3. Wilfred 1/4/2003
4. A Prologue 2/26/2010
5. Erskine 2/27/2010
6. In A Tram 2/27/2010
7. Kretschmann 2/27/2010
8. Lali 2/27/2010
9. Microcosmography 2/27/2010
10. Middle Harbour 2/27/2010
11. Rebel Hearts 2/27/2010
12. Rod Quinn 2/27/2010
13. Sonnets Of Old Egypt 2/27/2010
14. The Carillon 2/27/2010
15. The Child Impaled 2/27/2010
16. The Clay 2/27/2010
17. The Dirge 2/27/2010
18. The Faun 2/27/2010
19. The Grey Tide 2/27/2010
20. The Liner 2/27/2010
21. The Nepean 2/27/2010
22. The Power Of Hell 2/27/2010
23. The Touch Of Time 2/27/2010
24. Toby 2/27/2010
25. Buffalo Creek 3/1/2010
26. David 3/1/2010
27. Dedication 3/1/2010
28. Spring 3/1/2010
29. Twenty-One 3/1/2010
30. To My Mother 3/1/2010
31. Unborn 3/1/2010
32. Vixit 3/1/2010
33. What Of The Night? 3/1/2010
34. When My Time Is Come 3/1/2010
35. Winter 3/1/2010
36. Yorick 3/1/2010
37. Hesper 4/21/2010
38. Marlowe 4/21/2010
39. Merlin 4/21/2010
40. Open Speech 4/21/2010
Best Poem of John Le Gay Brereton

Anzac

Within my heart I hear the cry
Of loves that suffer, souls that die,
And you may have no praise from me
For warfare's vast vulgarity;
Only the flag of love, unfurled
For peace above a weeping world,
I follow, though the fiery breath
Of murder shrivel me in death.
Yet here I stand and bow my head
To those whom other banners led,
Because within their hearts the clang
Of Freedom's summoning trumpets rang,
Because they welcomed grisly pain
And laughed at prudence, mocked at gain,
With noble hope and courage high,
And taught our manhood how to ...

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The Grave

In the grey dawn I lie within my bed
Still as a frozen lake that pats no more
With murmurous delight the o'erhanging shore,
Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely in my head;
For curtains I have earthen walls, and lead
Is colder than the woollen garb I wore--
But oh! that heart of mine is still as sore
As when I did not know that I was dead.
I knew her (O my Life!) and she was fair,

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