Herbert Asquith

(11 March 1881 - 5 August 1947 / London, England)

Herbert Asquith Poems

1. War's Cataract 4/30/2012
2. Youth In The Skies 4/30/2012
3. To A Baby Found Paddling Near The Thames 4/30/2012
4. The Fairy Lover 4/30/2012
5. Jewels: A Young Man To A Merchant 4/30/2012
6. The Bather 4/30/2012
7. Sunset 4/30/2012
8. Love And Humour 4/30/2012
9. Riding 4/30/2012
10. The Fallen Poet 4/30/2012
11. The Charioteer 4/30/2012
12. A Dedication 4/30/2012
13. On A Troopship - 1915 4/30/2012
14. Fortune Of War 4/30/2012
15. Venice 4/30/2012
16. Soldiers At Peace 4/30/2012
17. The Ship Of Oak 4/30/2012
18. The Fallen Spire [a Flemish Village] 4/30/2012
19. After The Salvo 4/30/2012
20. The Silver Birch 4/30/2012
21. Nightfall 4/30/2012
22. The Western 4/30/2012
23. A Ship Sails Up To Bideford 4/30/2012
24. Ares God Of War 4/30/2012
25. The Frowning Cliff 4/30/2012
26. The Fallen Subaltern 1/1/2004
27. The Volunteer 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of Herbert Asquith

Ares God Of War

UNDER the stars the armies lie asleep:
Between the lines a quiet river flows
Through brakes of honeysuckle, and of rose,
And fields where poppies droop in languor deep:
The night as with a mantle now enfolds
The muffled forms upon the pasture low;
The scent of thyme comes down across the wolds,
And on the roses of the dark hedgerow
The summer starlight falls in flakes of silver snow.

Here, from the wooded haunt of nymph and fawn,
The hidden guns peer forth across the hills,
Their wheels are on the trampled daffodils,
And so they wait the coming of the ...

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The Frowning Cliff

The sea has a laugh
And the cliff a frown;
For the laugh of the sea is wearing him down.

Lipping and lapping
Frown as he may,
The laughing sea
Will eat him away;

Knees and body,
And tawny head,
He'll smile at last
On a golden bed.

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