Laurence Binyon (1869 - 1943 / Lancaster / England)
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''With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), British poet, critic. For the Fallen (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
England mourns for her dead across the sea,'' -
''Death august and royal
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), British poet, critic. For the Fallen (l. 5-6). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.'' -
''They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), British poet, critic. For the Fallen (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.'' -
''Two children, all alone and no one by,
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), British poet, critic. The Little Dancers (l. 8-12). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze
Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet
Dance sedately; face to face they gaze,
Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure.'' -
''the little street
Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), British poet, critic. The Little Dancers (l. 13-14). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.''
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