John McCrae

(30 November 1872 – 28 January 1918 / Guelph, Ontario)

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  • John mccrae (12/11/2019 9:26:00 PM)

    is this
    this is just dumb and so its all the comments

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  • Hubbahabb (11/18/2019 10:39:00 PM)

    U guys make ridiculously stupid comments. Look on YouTube to get your head around making at least ok comments.

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  • John Mccrae (11/17/2019 1:35:00 PM)

    pretty good isnt it..............

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  • Georgia (10/23/2019 10:41:00 PM)

    What Genre poem is it?

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  • Ellie Billiesh (5/1/2019 3:22:00 PM)

    All good girls go to

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  • dhejuo (11/7/2018 9:47:00 AM)

    where did he write is first poems

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  • John McCrae (10/29/2018 10:26:00 PM)

    1.Why did john McCrae wright this poem?
    2.What is the poem trying to say?

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  • Alexis Helmer (10/8/2018 4:24:00 AM)

    I'm back from the dead, you never asked for consent to write a poem about me: (

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  • geoffrt (2/27/2018 2:53:00 PM)

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Best Poem of John McCrae


I saw a city filled with lust and shame,
Where men, like wolves, slunk through the grim half-light;
And sudden, in the midst of it, there came
One who spoke boldly for the cause of Right.

And speaking, fell before that brutish race
Like some poor wren that shrieking eagles tear,
While brute Dishonour, with her bloodless face
Stood by and smote his lips that moved in prayer.

"Speak not of God! In centuries that word
Hath not been uttered! Our own king are we."
And God stretched forth his finger as He heard
And o'er it cast a thousand leagues of ...

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The Hope Of My Heart

"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."

I left, to earth, a little maiden fair,
With locks of gold, and eyes that shamed the light;
I prayed that God might have her in His care
And sight.

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