Edward Thomas Quotes

No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop—only the name— And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Adlestrop (l. 6-9). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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Everything Would have been different. For it would have been Another world.' 'Ay, and a better, though If we could see all all might seem good.'
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 30-33). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn The lovers disappeared into the wood.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. As the Team's Head-Brass (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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Out of the wood of thoughts that grows by night To be cut down by the sharp ax of light—, Out of the night, two cocks together crow, Cleaving the darkness with a silver blow:
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Cock-Crow (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
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It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 13-16). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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Today I think Only with scents,—scents dead leaves yield,
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Digging (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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Under the heavens that know not what years be The men, the beasts, the trees, the implements Uttered even what they will in times far hence— All of us gone out of the reach of change— Immortal in a picture of an old grange.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 38-42). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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After night's thunder far away had rolled The fiery day had a kernel sweet of cold
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. Haymaking (l. 1-2). . . Modern American & British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed., in consultation with Karl Shapiro and Richard Wilbur. (Rev., shorter ed., 1955) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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Whenever I am sufficiently rich: Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch, Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater— I shall give them all to my elder daughter.
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. If I Should Ever by Chance (l. 11-14). . . Oxford Book of Modern Verse, The, 1892-1935. William Butler Yeats, ed. (1936) Oxford University Press.
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The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men Now far from home,
Edward Thomas (1878-1917), British poet. In Memoriam (Easter, 1915) (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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