"This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doorsMany a frozen night, and merrilyAnswered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:"At Mrs Greenland'...
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the woodThis Eastertide call into mind the men,Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, shouldHave gathered them and will do never again.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The flowers left thick at nightfall in the woodThis Eastertide call into mind the men,Now far from h...
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