The Guards Came Through (Arthur Conan Doyle Poems)
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting ...
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting ...
"HE stood up in our khaki with the poise Of perfect soldiership beneath the praise Of the French officer. We ...
Bill, he kept racin' the motor,For fear that the damned thing would die.While I fiddled 'round with the breech blockAnd ...
IT was thick with Prussian troopers, it was foul with German guns;Every tree that cast a shadow was a sheltering ...
The desert's glazed with the moonlight glowAll the stars are out for this fateful showAnd the men string out in ...
The filthy guest has gone? You'll need a wash:But London will not wait to kiss your hand.We have the bombing. ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
To you who'd read my songs of War And only hear of blood and fame, I'll say (you've heard it ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
You may talk o' your lutes and your dulcimers fine, Your harps and your tabors and cymbals and a', But ...
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...
The poppies gleamed like bloody pools through cotton-woolly mist; The Captain kept a-lookin' at the watch upon his wrist; And ...
"I'm going, Billy, old fellow. Hist, lad! Don't make any noise. There's Boches to beat all creation, the pitch of ...
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Oh the wife she tried to tell me that 'twas nothing but the thrumming Of a wood-pecker a-rapping on the ...
'Pass it along, the wiring party's going out'- And yawning sentries mumble, 'Wirers going out.' Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
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