“The rank stench of those bodies haunts me still” (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
The rank stench of those bodies haunts me stillAnd I remember things I'd best forget.For now we've marched to a ...
When you are standing at your hero's grave, Or near some homeless village where he died, Remember, through your heart's ...
AT dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun, Smouldering through spouts of ...
I'd been on duty from two till four. I went and stared at the dug-out door. Down in the frowst ...
His headstrong thoughts that once in eager strife Leapt sure from eye to brain and back to eye, Weaving unconscious ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
'FALL in! Now get a move on.' (Curse the rain.) We splash away along the straggling village, Out to the ...
He staggered in from night and frost and fog And lampless streets: he'd guzzled like a hog And drunk till ...
There stood a Poplar, tall and straight; The fair, round Moon, uprisen late, Made the long shadow on the grass ...
When Wisdom tells me that the world's a speck Lost on the shoreless blue of God's To-Day... I smile, and ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
Where sunshine flecks the green, Through towering woods my way Goes winding all the day. Scant are the flowers that ...
Leave not your bough, my slender song-bird sweet, But pipe me now your roundelay complete. Come, gentle breeze, and tarrying ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
Trudging by Corbie Ridge one winter's night, (Unless old hearsay memories tricked his sight) Along the pallid edge of the ...
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness ...
Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight, (Under Lord Derby's Scheme). I died in hell- (They called it ...
When in your sober mood my body have ye laid In sight and sound of things beloved, woodland and stream, ...
I am banished from the patient men who fight They smote my heart to pity, built my pride. Shoulder to ...
She triumphs, in the vivid green Where sun and quivering foliage meet; And in each soldier's heart serene; When death ...
Through darkness curves a spume of falling flares That flood the field with shallow, blanching light. The huddled sentry stares ...
Old English songs, you bring to me A simple sweetness somewhat kin To birds that through the mystery Of earliest ...
When I'm among a blaze of lights, With tawdry music and cigars And women dawdling through delights, And officers in ...
Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers; O living flowers against the heedless blue Of summer days, what sends them ...
'Pass it along, the wiring party's going out'- And yawning sentries mumble, 'Wirers going out.' Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with ...
Young Croesus went to pay his call On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: And, though his wound was healed and mended, ...
In this meadow starred with spring Shepherds kneel before their king. Mary throned, with dreaming eyes, Gowned in blue like ...
Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit, He flounders off the duck-boards; only he knows Each flash and ...
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