“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 ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom Shudders to drizzling daybreak that reveals Disconsolate men who stamp their sodden boots ...
I Because the night was falling warm and still Upon a golden day at April's end, I thought; I will ...
I Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent Of summer gardens; these can bring you all Those dreams that in ...
'Fall in, that awkward squad, and strike no more Attractive attitudes! Dress by the right! The luminous rich colours that ...
Where have you been, South Wind, this May-day morning,- With larks aloft, or skimming with the swallow, Or with blackbirds ...
The barrack-square, washed clean with rain, Shines wet and wintry-grey and cold. Young Fusiliers, strong-legged and bold, March and wheel ...
When half the drowsy world's a-bed And misty morning rises red, With jollity of horn and lusty cheer, Young Nimrod ...
If you could crowd them into forty lines! Yes; you can do it, once you get a start; All that ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls; Aqueous like floating rays of ...
The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays Beckon and shift ...
I've had a good bump round; my little horse Refused the brook first time, Then jumped it prime; And ran ...
'Pass it along, the wiring party's going out'- And yawning sentries mumble, 'Wirers going out.' Unravelling; twisting; hammering stakes with ...
Hullo! here's my platoon, the lot I had last year. 'The war'll be over soon.' 'What 'opes?' 'No bloody fear!' ...
Young Croesus went to pay his call On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: And, though his wound was healed and mended, ...
I From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart, The substance of my dreams took fire. You built cathedrals in my heart, And ...
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