The Old Huntsman (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
In fifty years, when peace outshines Remembrance of the battle lines, Adventurous lads will sigh and cast Proud looks upon ...
Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath Chokes, and through drumming shafts of stifling death I stumble ...
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base, And speed ...
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk. Of course they're 'longing ...
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