Tag Archives: British Indian Poets

The Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In …

Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, …

More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle …

When Earth’s last picture is painted And the tubes are …

Father, Mother, and Me, Sister and Auntie say All the …

“Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover …

Troopin’, troopin’, troopin’ to the sea: ‘Ere’s September come again …

I will remember what I was. I am sick of …

I went into a public-‘ouse to get a pint o’ …

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in …

The World hath set its heavy yoke Upon the old …

Thy face is far from this our war, Our call …