#laurencebinyon

[caitiward]

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.” Lest We Forget. #ANZACday #LaurenceBinyon https://www.instagram.com/p/BwqOVuDpRC2/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13mi589dfhs9d

[writingsandfandoms]

~For The Fallen~ • • “They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.” - Laurence Binyon • • #memorialdayweekend #forthefallen #remeberance #laurencebinyon #memorialday #heroes #rp https://www.instagram.com/p/CAmG4ZfAasp/?igshid=k5w149wydet2

[collecticate]

[westminstercollection]

Find out the story behind this year’s official Poppy coin from the designer and why it’s one of the most poignant yet in our latest blog: www.westminstercollection.com/poppydesign #royalbritishlegion #wewillrememberthem #remembranceday #remembrancepoppy #forthefallen #numismatics #coincollecting #laurencebinyon #poppycoin

[thepoetryapp]

For Mercy, Courage, Kindness, Mirth, There is no measure upon earth. Nay, they wither, root and stem, If an end be set to them. from "A Song" by Laurence Binyon https://www.texts.at/oJD

[pe4rl]

“They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them" #LaurenceBinyon #throwback #SiXMaTrip #RedangIsland #Pe4RLquote #Quote #InstaQuote (at Redang Beach Resort - 热浪岛海滩度假村)

[nicolematejic]

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. #LestWeForget #OdeOfRenembrance #military #history #diggers #TheOde #ForTheFallen #LaurenceBinyon #ANZAC #soldiers (at Shrine of Remembrance)

[warpoems]

For the Fallen - Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old; Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain