Fight to a Finish (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street To cheer the soldiers ...
The boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, And Yellow-Pressmen thronged the sunlit street To cheer the soldiers ...
Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain, Shivered below his wind-whipped olive-trees; Huddling sharp chin on scarred and scraggy ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
'The effect of our bombardment was terrific. One man told me he had never seen so many dead before.' -War ...
If you could crowd them into forty lines! Yes; you can do it, once you get a start; All that ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
I've listened: and all the sounds I heard Were music,-wind, and stream, and bird. With youth who sang from hill ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
He woke; the clank and racket of the train Kept time with angry throbbings in his brain. Then for a ...
I lived my days apart, Dreaming fair songs for God; By the glory in my heart Covered and crowned and ...
I Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames In the huge midnight forest of the unknown. Your soul ...
When roaring gloom surged inward and you cried, Groping for friendly hands, and clutched, and died, Like racing smoke, swift ...
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you'd say, Because I'd like to know that you're all right. Tell ...
'This job's the best I've done.' He bent his head Over the golden vessel that he'd wrought. A bird was ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
When I'm asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm,- They come, the homeless ones, the noiseless dead. While the dim charging ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
This is To-day, a child in white and blue Running to meet me out of Night who stilled The ghost ...
I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And ...
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