Herbert Asquith

(11 March 1881 - 5 August 1947 / London, England)

Herbert Asquith Poems

1. The Volunteer 1/1/2004
2. The Fallen Subaltern 1/1/2004
3. Ares God Of War 4/30/2012
4. The Frowning Cliff 4/30/2012
5. The Silver Birch 4/30/2012
6. A Ship Sails Up To Bideford 4/30/2012
7. Nightfall 4/30/2012
8. After The Salvo 4/30/2012
9. The Fallen Spire [a Flemish Village] 4/30/2012
10. Soldiers At Peace 4/30/2012
11. Venice 4/30/2012
12. Fortune Of War 4/30/2012
13. On A Troopship - 1915 4/30/2012
14. The Charioteer 4/30/2012
15. The Western 4/30/2012
16. A Dedication 4/30/2012
17. Youth In The Skies 4/30/2012
18. To A Baby Found Paddling Near The Thames 4/30/2012
19. War's Cataract 4/30/2012
20. The Fallen Poet 4/30/2012
21. The Ship Of Oak 4/30/2012
22. The Fairy Lover 4/30/2012
23. Jewels: A Young Man To A Merchant 4/30/2012
24. The Bather 4/30/2012
25. Sunset 4/30/2012
26. Love And Humour 4/30/2012
27. Riding 4/30/2012
Best Poem of Herbert Asquith

The Volunteer

Here lies a clerk who half his life had spent
Toiling at ledgers in a city grey,
Thinking that so his days would drift away
With no lance broken in life’s tournament:
Yet ever ’twixt the books and his bright eyes
The gleaming eagles of the legions came,
And horsemen, charging under phantom skies,
Went thundering past beneath the oriflamme.

And now those waiting dreams are satisfied;
From twilight to the halls of dawn he went;
His lance is broken; but he lies content
With that high hour, in which he lived and ...

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War's Cataract

In this red havoc of the patient earth,
Though higher yet the tide of battle rise,
Now has the hero cast away disguise,
And out of ruin splendour comes to birth.
This is the field where Death and Honour meet,
And all the lesser company are low:
Pale Loveliness has left her mirror now
And walks the Court of Pain with silent feet.

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