Songs from the Desert E-Book

A Lighthorseman

• Herausgeber: SAINT BEDE
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

From the Languishing Literature series. Songs from the Desert was first published in 1917. A Lighthorseman was the pen name of Godfrey William Warren White. He was an Australian war poet and journalist who served as A.D.C. to G.O.C. Desert Column, E.E.F. in June 1917 during WWI. Saint Bede wishes to make hard to find literature accessible to everyone. By purchasing this book, you facilitate Saint Bede in the creation of more titles in this series

Leseprobe

A LIGHTHORSEMAN

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Table of contents

PRELUDE

THE TENTH CRUSADE

A TALE OF THE EIGHTIES

THE LADY AND THE SACK

THE SONG OF THE NILE

ON THE OLD DAB-EL-SULTANI ROAD, SINAI

VOX ORIENTALIS

THE ANZACS' RUSE

KILLED

ODE TO ABDUL

WHERE SHALL I FIND...?

THE LIGHT HORSEMAN'S DREAM

DAWN AND DUSK

A SERVICE DITTY

SPACE

WHAT HAPPENED AT RAFA

NIGHTFALL IN SINAI

AN ISLAND SONG

THE SNIPER

ON THE RUINS AT MAHAMDIEH

THE EQUINE METAMORPHOSIS

THE DESERT

TROOPER TO HIS MATE

MAGDABA

MISTER BILL

THE RECLUSE

RIDING HOME

A LOVE SONG

LINES OF YOUTH AND AGE

BANQUET SONG

DISCOVERY

ANGELUS

PRELUDE

You'll ask me why I mix'd, dear friends, The merry with the sad ! It is because life always blends Her colours bright and drab : She blends them in the dark, dear friends, And paints the canvas too— At dead o' night, 'tis her delight, To some long hidden ends. She loves to see by morning light What happened in the dead o'night. And do you think it would be nice, dear friends, if only she Would mix her paints and do her work sometime when she could see ? I hardly know, I hardly know.— I think I'm rather glad : For she might make a greater mess Of everything she had.

THE TENTH CRUSADE

In our just pride, men of the youngest race, With cause as sacred and with hearts as bold ; We pass in newborn strength to the same place As marched the Conquering Crusaders of old. Chord follows chord ; our battles too shall lead Into that dimly lighted vale of past,— As their brave hearts so valiant for the creed, Bled, suffered, died, exhaulting to the last ! And their long march unwavering to the end Portrays alike each fall, defeat and loss Of our opposers,— and shall they contend. The Crescent pales before the Southern Cross !