Who is Robert Laurence Binyon

Robert Laurence Binyon, CH (10 August 1869 – 10 March 1943) was an English poet, dramatist and art scholar. Born in Lancaster, England, his parents were Frederick Binyon, a clergyman, and Mary Dockray. He studied at St Paul's School, London and at Trinity College, Oxford, where he won the Newdigate Prize for poetry in 1891. He worked for the British Museum from 1893 until his retirement in 1933. In 1904 he married the historian Cicely Margaret Powell, with whom he had three daughters, including the artist Nicolete Gray.

Moved by the casualties of the British Expeditionary Force in 1914, Binyon wrote his most famous work "For the Fallen", which is often recited at Remembrance Sunday services in the UK, Australia, New Zealand and Canada. In 1915, he volunteered as a hospital orde...
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Robert Laurence Binyon Poems

  • The Seasons' Comfort
    O Summer sun, O moving trees!
    O cheerful human noise, O busy glittering street!
    What hour shall Fate in all the future find,
    Or what delights, ever to equal these: ...
  • The Tiger-lily
    What wouldst thou with me? By what spell
    My spirit allure, absorb, compel?
    The last long beam that thou didst drink
    Is buried now on evening's brink....
  • To A Solitary Fir-tree
    Fir, that on this moor austere,
    Without kin or neighbour near,
    Utterest now bleak winter's moan
    As if its vext soul were thine own!...
  • The Golden Gallery At Saint Paul's
    The Golden Gallery lifts its aery crown
    O'er dome and pinnacle: there I leaned and gazed.
    Is this indeed my own familiar town,
    This busy dream? Beneath me spreading hazed...
  • Tristram's End
    I
    Tristram lies sick to death;
    Dulled is his kingly eye,
    Listless his famed right arm: earth--weary breath...
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Heart 209 Light 190 World 167 Earth 153 Night 137 Sun 124 Joy 115 I Love You 114 Love 114 Thought 107


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Lcby: they shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. at the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them. ☆ robert laurence binyon "...corporal howarth was reported missing, later presumed dead on the
Henrycaviiiill: they shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. at the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them ~ robert laurence binyon (1869-1943), published in the times newspaper on 21stseptember 1914
Perkskookitty: nov 11, 2022 · they shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old: age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. at the going down of the sun and in the morning. we will remember them. robert laurence binyon (1869-1943)
Wschool: with proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, england mourns for her dead across the sea. flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, fallen in the cause of the free. ~ from for the fallen, by robert laurence binyon (1914)
Rc_southwark: the exhortation: "they shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old, age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. at the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them." - by robert laurence binyon from "for the fallen"
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
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And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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