David McKee Wright
David McKee Wright Poems
- Hector He strode across the schoolroom in July, Great ...
- In The Moonlight The moon is bright, and the winds are laid, ...
- Shearing's Coming There's a sound of many voices in the camp ...
- Amelia Jane In the lands away beyond the sea, where Khan and ...
- An Old Colonist's Reverie Dustily over the highway pipes the ...
- Old Mates I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had ...
- Ye Old Mule Ye old mule that think yourself so fair, Leave ...
David McKee Wright was an Irish-born poet and journalist, active in New Zealand and Australia.
Wright was born in the town of Ballynaskeagh, County Down, Ireland, on 6 August 1869, the second son of William Wright, a Presbyterian missionary, and his wife, Annie McKee. His mother remained only briefly in Ireland following his birth and he was cared for by his grandmother, Rebecca McKee, until his parents returned from missionary work in Syria. Annie Wright died in 1877, shortly after the family had moved to London.
David was educated at the Glascar School, Ballynaskeagh, then at Pope's School, London, and the engineering section of the Crystal ... more »
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He strode across the schoolroom in July,
Great Hector, clanging in his brazen mail;
And all the cringing Greeks, with faces pale,
Creaked into jabbering Ks and turned to fly.
Achilles, safe because he could not die,
Cheated and won; and all the lines grew stale.
The life was gone from out the shabby tale;
And back in Homer's teeth we flung the lie.
We fought for Troy behind a mossy wall;
We burned the Grecian ships below a tree . . .
Ah, that great war was forty years ago !
Yet still I know that Hector did not fall;
For when the bell rang truce to friend...