Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CATHEDRAL, by WILLIAM G. SHAKESPEARE First Line: Hope and mirth are gone. Beauty is departed Last Line: Forgiving, praying, singing, feeling sorry. Alternate Author Name(s): S., W. G. Subject(s): Death; Soldiers' Writings; World War I; Dead, The; First World War | ||||||||
HOPE and mirth are gone. Beauty is departed. Heaven's hid in smoke, if there's Heaven still. Silent the city, friendless, broken-hearted, Crying in quiet as a widow will. Oh, for the sound here of a good man's laughter, Of one blind beggar singing in the street, Where there's no sound, excepting a blazing rafter Falls, or the patter of a starved dog's feet. I have seen Death, and comrades' crumbled faces, Yea, I have closed dear eyes with half a smile; But horror's in this havoc of old places Where driven men once rested from their hurry, And girls were happy for a little while, Forgiving, praying, singing, feeling sorry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON |
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