#English #WarWriters
Be slowly lifted up, thou long bla… Great Gun towering towards Heaven… Sway steep against them, and for y… Huge imprecations like a blasting… Reach at that Arrogance which nee…
'O Jesus Christ! I’m hit,' he sa… Whether he vainly cursed, or praye… The Bullets chirped —In vain! vai… Machine—guns chuckled, —Tut—tut!… And the Big Gun guffawed.
The beautiful, the fair, the elega… Is that which pleases us, says Ka… Without a thought of interest or a… I used to watch men when they spok… And measure their enthusiasm. One
Down the close, darkening lanes th… To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces gri… Their breasts were stuck all white… As men’s are, dead.
It lieth low near merry England’s… Like a long—buried sin; and Engli… Forget that in its death their sir… And, like a sin, Time lays it bar… To tell of races wronged,
Between the brown hands of a serve… The silver cross was offered to be… The men came up, lugubrious, but n… And knelt reluctantly, half—prejud… (And kissing, kissed the emblem of…
She sleeps on soft, last breaths;… Out of the stillness of her palace… Her wall of boys on boys and dooms… She dreams of golden gardens and s… Not marvelling why her roses never…
Bent double, like old beggars unde… Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, w… Till on the haunting flares we tur… And towards our distant rest began… Men marched asleep. Many had lost…
He dropped, —more sullenly than we… Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like… And none of us could kick him to h… —just blinked at my revolver, blea… —Didn’t appear to know a war was o…
Has your soul sipped Of the sweetness of all sweets? Has it well supped But yet hungers and sweats? I have been witness
Bugles sang, saddening the evening… And bugles answered, sorrowful to… Voices of boys were by the river—s… Sleep mothered them; and left the… The shadow of the morrow weighed o…
My soul looked down from a vague h… As unremembering how I rose or wh… And saw a sad land, weak with swea… Gray, cratered like the moon with… And fitted with great pocks and sc…
So Abram rose, and clave the wood… And took the fire with him, and a… And as they sojourned both of them… Isaac the first—born spake and sai… Behold the preparations, fire and…
It seemed that out of the battle… Down some profound dull tunnel, lo… Through granites which Titanic wa… Yet also there encumbered sleepers… Too fast in thought or death to be…
Happy are men who yet before they… Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with th…