Alfred Noyes Victory Poems

  • 1.
    True type of all, from his own father's hand
    He caught the fire; and, though he carried it far
    Into new regions; and, from southern fields
    Of yellow lupin, added host on host
    ...
  • 2.
    At noon, upon the mountain's purple height,
    Above the pine-woods and the clouds it shone
    No larger than the small white dome of shell
    Left by the fledgling wren when wings are born.
    ...
  • 3.
    The neighbours gossiped idly at the door.
    Copernicus lay dying overhead.
    His little throng of friends, with startled eyes,
    Whispered together, in that dark house of dreams,
    ...
  • 4.
    John Kepler, from the chimney corner, watched
    His wife Susannah, with her sleeves rolled back
    Making a salad in a big blue bowl.
    The thick tufts of his black rebellious hair
    ...
  • 5.
    I


    If I saw farther, 'twas because I stood
    ...
  • 6.
    The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
    In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
    Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
    And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.
    ...
  • 7.
    O Mystery of life,
    That, after all our strife,
    Defeats, mistakes,
    Just as, at last, we see
    ...
  • 8.
    I.
    Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
    Each one of us remembering his own dead.
    A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
    ...
  • 9.
    (After a glimpse of a certain monument in New York, during the
    Victory Celebration)


    ...
Total 9 Victory Poems by Alfred Noyes

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