The Builders And Other Poems

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1897 Edition.

Excerpt from The Builders and Other Poems AT sunset, when the rosy light was dying Far down the pathway of the west, I saw a lonely dove in silence flying, To be at rest. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Crafted with rare wit and humour, the poems in this book deal with a diverse range of themes such as political opportunism and sycophancy, war, the baffling paradox of god, the enchanting richness and beauty of nature, and the fascinating yet sadly agonising and intractable nature of love. Spanning decades of experience and deep reflection by a veteran poet, this collection offers fresh and enriching insights into subjects that are of interest and concern to us all.

Excerpt from The Empire Builders and Other Poems Not only where the shrapnel rips The quaking earth in gory ruts, The while the crimson life-blood drips From mangled flesh and livid cuts, And thirsty blades drink to the hilt - Not only there are nations built. Not only where the hungry wave Reflects the wreck of crashing steel, And naked seamen, grim and brave, Fight on, from furnace-room to wheel: Though these the Empire's bulwarks be, The Empire is not on the sea. Where'er Endeavor bares her arm And grapples with the Things To Be, At desk or counter, forge or farm, On veldt or prairie, land or sea, And men press onward, undismayed, The Empire Builder plies his trade. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.