Caged Eagle, and Other Poems | George Sterling | Poetry | Speaking Book | English | 2/2

To France by John sterling read for Recording by it’ll just fall Mumbai India November 2016 to France old daughter of the morning on the eyebrow Immortal me the lilies doe has born general Meade, I stationed in the Sun that shines not on a splendor such as thou a strength is dying beyond the armored prow and past dominion of the lands and gun So now thou stand as battle to understand heroic on the fields that cannon plough Triumph be thine o beautiful and here Whose causes one with freedom and her name the armies of the night divides the wrong? but on thy hand the star of truth is clear and truth shall conquer to the I city’s flame and Morning break though now. The night is strong and a for him This recording is in the public domain The night off man by George Sterling read for Recording by Nathan chest fall Mumbai India November 2016 the night of man Europe how have Kings dealt with be and so on 9 every acre from a human breast Red was the seed and read the hair oppressed to bitter fields whose harvest was a moon and the long years pass on to the unknown and cannon utter now thy Lords unrest there still their armies gather for the test and heavy darkness holds about the throne and Shall they so for ever in this wise to reap that corn whose roots take hold on health Better a desert and the sunlight there in which the Lions gaze with stony eyes from nameless ruins where the lizards dwell and the small Hawk floats lonely on the air and The poem as recording is in the public domain To the Allied arms by Jah sterling read for Recording by Nathan chest wall Mumbai India November 2016 to the allied arms Where children slept gun answers on to God? The peace was on the orchards armies fight now burst on Vale and devastated hide The tides that Raven and the seas that’s done yet, Bayesian now the battles of the Sun and With the holy rain your flags are bright Though deep on Europe lies the two full night of pains despair, and that’s oblivion More clear more terrible the days revealed But four is yours and how malignantly watched? the horror and betrayal of its plan That tyranny, which rears its crest of steel To plot the futures blue a shadow cast by hell’s red star on Liberty and man and of for him This recording is in the public domain The battlefield at night by John sterling read for by Nathan chest fall Mumbai India November 2016 The battlefield at night When I was wounded falls the final sleep how beautiful she’ll silence be to those on whom till then the sounds of carnage clothes and tramping billows of the conflict sweep a camp on Sentinel that hast shall keep nor can’t assign reveal its friends and foals and In that zone of death shall be repose More kind than love and then the dark Modi but now unceasing thunders tread the night met Fleming’s and secessions of the light and The faint sense delays a dead – hark the bellowing of guns against the sky and as the decimating cannon cry The mangled horses screaming in the dark end Of poem this recording is in the public domain Kingship by George Stirling read for by Brusco chuck Mercy and peace How many warring years the sons of men have sought and sought in vain? Ever was one who found the spur and rain the monarch dirt around with servile spheres Caesars and Sultan’s Princes and Aamir’s have made an earth demoniac with pain The throne is like an island in the mane and that deep sea the sea of human tears all Spirit of the world is this thy truth and this thine answer to our questionings Shalt thou be God, or devil in our sight the holding mighty nations and their youth Betrayed into the feeble hands of kings Feeble but are the flame of war they light In the poem this recording is in the public domain The death of Rupert Brooke by George Stirling read for by Brusco chuck Poets of england. Where are you today? if I Removed by nine three hundred years from English soil share thus your hopes and fears And young no longer plan to join the fray What swords are at your gates that you delay your passage to the thundering frontiers? The heart of Bruce was hurled beyond the Spears and one as great hath shown you now the way Say not why place a weapon in his hand Say not he could have written many a book to render better service to his land There comes a time when sterner things must be And all the words of Byron and of Brooke Match not the stand they took for liberty End of poem this recording is in the public domain The helots by george sterling read for by bruce tkachuk Now the grim lords of europe of their will and War is on the world and wars despair The monster that they nurtured with such care at battles crimson river Brings its fill and the rent veins of men cease not to spill and the red fangs cease not to pierce and tear And the mad ranks press ever on and bare their bosoms That its food be given still Such is the price o brothers that he pay for tyrant friends and warlord Thus your fate to madman and to despot is consigned? In peace étoile that folly have its way In war he bleed in misery and hate In war or peace ye labor deaf and blind And a poem this recording is in the public domain the Crown prince at Verdun by George Stirling read for bard bruce ghachok By Mars his hilt this is a royal sport and fit amusement for a king to be Surely the rebels no permitted thee excel the poor diversions of a court Against the tireless Thunder of the fort the ranks go forth as waves upon a sea Puppets and pawns that move at thy decree am we game but mayst thou find it short or Is it as a painter that thy skill? favors the world Daubing with red the snow has on the mighty canvas of a hill thy cannon spread the pigments till the whole stands perfect and Applauding armies no the vision of the hell that Waits thy soul And a poem this recording is in the public domain Before dawn in America by George Stirling read for by Bruce tkachuk Slowly the hours beyond the midnight crawl far on the frozen night a train goes by I know there is no starlight in the sky But that concealing fog is over all alike for stars and Men a sombre Paul Remote her now a cold mechanic cry his signal and the poplars stir and sigh as ranks that wait in vain the trumpets call Now breaks the day on Belgium and France Over the shoulder of the world I know what rubrics gleam on the recording snow That page of heavens book that lay so pure as votive to the races huge mischance men die Oh Liberty that Val endure And a poem this recording is in the public domain Gun practice San Francisco by George Sterling read for by Bruce ghachok Dull on the sombre headlands of the gate where morning winds of the Pacific go the giant mortars toll Pulsed blow on blow as of a mace that in the grasp of fate swings And the thundering coasts reverberate to silence now the vast vibrations flow Where burns the Sun on seas without a foe and the far cliffs rise cold and desolate But in this heart aware of good and ill the grave and mighty echoes Persevere till now the vision that his mind transmutes the speech of Cannon and a whisper chill Sinks as the hiss of serpents in mine hear Sons of Destruction ye are yet as brutes End of poem this recording is in the public domain To England by George Stirling read for by Bruce tkachuk oh Mighty mother of our heart and mind We sons of thine in vision and indeed gaze eastward where our brothers toil and bleed and Hear thy battle music on the wind Behold we gaze. Who are to thee as blind and listened? seeming death to all thy need But in our hearts what ancient voices plead? What Clarion’s echo calling kind too kind? We are a full of many hearts and hates fretted with alien counsels and unsure yet some there be who know our war is one and strain upon the barrier of our faiths and scorn the coward Twilight that endures between our darkness and thigh noonday Sun And a poem this recording is in the public domain Civilization at bay by George Stirling read for by bruce tkachuk Can there be one whose blood from england finds nurture and source who sees her war today And yearns not for the liberabit of fray If such a one there be what darkness blinds his vision or what craft of cunning minds Have made that vision their corrupted prey Now is the season of the world’s dismay and now what cry goes forth on all the winds Now calls the lioness and one by one her whoops make answer east and south and west But thou the greatest of that royal line America dust slumber in the sun nor loose the Allegiant Thunder in thy breast Nor dream. What world derision shall be thine End of poem this recording is in the public domain The day of decision by George Stirling read for by Bruce tkachuk Now is that tiger loosened on mankind whose fangs if Here on drawn all men shall feel Till wounds be given that ages cannot heal and they’ll America thou standest blind What wilt thou wait till hail has undermined the fane of freedom and her columns real? wait till enunciated throats of steel declare thy doom upon the poisoned wind Or if thou wait us till the Beast is bound as lesser peoples waged thy war for thee In what appraisement shall thy name be found? Shall not they cry We fought to save a world though guarding pest the desecrated see thy calloused patience and thy colours furled End of poem this recording is in the public domain Broadway, New York 1916 by George Stirling read for by Brusco chuck Indifferent to a world in agony the drunken wasters crowd the Cabaret whose midnight orgies end but with the day o Liberty are these the fruits of thee this swarm of vampires that the dark sets free to batten upon murder and decay Are these our masters and the race their prey and? Hast thou long to live when such things be So in the wake of war do jackals come to feast on those that perish in thy name and When the wounded breasts at last our dumb to howl exultant to the setting moon till Frightened by the sun’s returning flame they scamper to their holes and sleep by noon End of poem this recording is in the public domain The Lusitania by George Stirling read for by Brusco chuck Above her grave the dipping seagulls cry to Swift companion or to tireless mate the impassive Sea lies blue and desolate whose vacant shires Reflect the vacant sky and ocean winds pass on without a sigh fugitive aimless uncompassionate Below for witnesses of bestial hate the bones and memories of our murdered lie For do we still remember? now the year brings back the date of their unhappy day and Still the butcher and his lords go free Go free nor trouble to conceal the sneer for us whose irresponsive hearts betray the vast indifference of heaven and sea End of poem this recording is in the public domain War The past by George Sterling read for by Bruce tkachuk He in that of this what monsters greet the sight Then were the Fertile Leisure’s of the sage and stony art saw then her golden age But nation upon nation in that night with flame to blast and savage steel to smite fell fiend like drunken with the battle rage and times red arm upholds a bloody page before the revelation of the light The dreadful heritage is on us yet Raffin and tears and torment and despair the murder stains were with our hands are wet Still round us rise the dungeons of the past the Crypt Abominable whence we fare slowly ah Slowly to the light at last End of poem this recording is in the public domain War the present by George Stirling read for by Bruce tkachuk They will not pause for counsel deadly wings take now the skies and the horizon slay with hands invisible and Warships way to billows broken by their thunderings so wrought the lands where now the Desert flings a pall of sand on columns that decay and whose the realm Nan knows unto this day Nor knows the wrath that smote its cruel King Is this the wholesome blue? The heavens of night whose eastern star the wise men had for guide Found they the Prince of Peace the law which light That orb hath set Swift from its holy place with level wings the pampered vultures slide as morning glimmers on a dead man’s face End of poem this recording is in the public domain War the future by George Stirling read for by Bruce Tkachuk Be beautiful all mornings feet of gold upon the mountains of that time to be Be Swift o day spring that shall set us free From all the blinding tyrannies of old Thine are the years by seer and bard foretold and thine the judgment driven as a sea on man’s high treason to humanity thine is the Sun their armies shall behold o Ranks that serve the future and the right how fair your conquests, and how high your wars when bathed in that deliverance of light your swords are lifted against pain and wrong and Air man’s house be builded toward the Stars He lay its deep foundations were the song End of poem this recording is in the public domain End of the caged eagle and other poems by George Stirling

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