Laurence Binyon Quotes

Now is the time for the burning of the leaves.

Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours. Nothing is certain, only the certain spring.

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.

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