Banishment (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I am banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to ...
I am banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to ...
Music of whispering trees Hushed by a broad-winged breeze Where shaken water gleams; And evening radiance falling With reedy bird-notes ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
Splashing along the boggy woods all day, And over brambled hedge and holding clay, I shall not think of him: ...
Along the wind-swept platform, pinched and white, The travellers stand in pools of wintry light, Offering themselves to morn's long, ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
(To Robert Graves) I Here I'm sitting in the gloom Of my quiet attic room. France goes rolling all around, ...
When meadows are grey with the morn In the dusk of the woods it is night: The oak and the ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. The huddled sentry stares ...
When Wisdom tells me that the world's a speck Lost on the shoreless blue of God's To-Day... I smile, and ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell- (They called it ...
(ALEXANDRIA-MARSEILLES) Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck A gleam of stars looks down. Long blurs of black, The ...
I've listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,-wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep; It was past twelve on a mid-winter night, When peaceful folk ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
When I'm among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in ...
When I was young my heart and head were light, And I was gay and feckless as a colt Out ...
Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim, Whose voices make the emptiness of light A windy palace. Quavering ...
I cannot think that Death will press his claim To snuff you out or put you off your game: You'll ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
Does it matter?-losing your legs? For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When ...
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face; Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame; For ...
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