Index of First Lines. Graves, Robert. 1918. Fairies and Fusiliers

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Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918.

Index of First Lines

An ancient saga tells us how

And have we done with War at last?

A purple whale

Back from the line one night in June

Back from the Somme two Fusiliers

Bugler sent a call of high romance, The

But I was dead, an hour or more

Cherries of the night are riper

Child alone a poet is, The

Children born of fairy stock

Christ of His gentleness

Cruel Moon hangs out of reach, The

Double red daisies, they’re my flowers

Down in the mud I lay

Father is quite the greatest poet

Feet and faces tingle

Gabble-gabble,… brethren,… gabble-gabble!

Great sun sinks behind the town, The

Here by a snowbound river

Here down this very way

Here in turn succeed and rule

I never dreamed we’d meet that day

I now delight

Is that the Three-and-Twentieth, Strabo mine

It doesn’t matter what’s the cause

I’ve watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow

Look at my knees

Most venerable and learned sir

My familiar ghost again

Near Clapham village, where fields began

Old Mr. Philosopher

Through long nursery nights he stood

To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone

To you who’d read my songs of War

Under this loop of honeysuckle

Walking through trees to cool my heat and pain

What could be dafter

What do you think

When a dream is born in you

When outside the icy rain

When I’m killed, don’t think of me

Why do you break upon this old, cool peace

With a fork drive Nature out

Yet once an earlier David took

Youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling, The

You young friskies who today

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