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''On the green they watched their sons
Playing till too dark to see,
As their fathers watched them once,
As my father once watched me;''
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Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 19-22). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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''Like the bee that now is blown,
Honey-heavy on my hand,
From his toppling tansy-throne
In the green tempestuous land—''
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Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 31-34). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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''I'm in clover now, nor know
Who made honey long ago.''
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Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Forefathers (l. 35-36). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Cou...
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''I have seen a green country, useful to the race,
Knocked silly with guns and mines, its villages vanished,''
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Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. Report on Experience (l. 5-6). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardn...
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''But not the tallest there, 'tis said,
Could fathom to this pond's black bed.''
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Edmund Blunden (1896-1974), British poet, critic. The Midnight Skaters (l. 5-6). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardn...
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