Budging the sluggard ripples of th… A barge round old Cérisy slowly s… Softly her engines down the curren… And chuckled softly with contented… Till fairy tinklings struck their…
'You! What d’you mean by this?' I… ‘You dare come on parade like this… 'Please, sir, it’s—' ‘Old yer mou… ‘I takes ’is name, sir?'—'Please,… Some days 'confined to camp’ he go…
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…
I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the b… And caused a permanent stoppage in… And buckled with a smile Mausers… And rusted every bayonet with His… And there were no more bombs, of o…
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…
There was a whispering in my heart… A sigh of the coal. Grown wistful of a former earth It might recall. I listened for a tale of leaves
So neck to stubborn neck, and obst… Wrestled those two; and peerless… Could not prevail, nor get at any… So those huge hands that, small, h… Let slip the writhing of Antaeus’…
Out there, we’ve walked quite frie… Sat down and eaten with him, cool… Pardoned his spilling mess—tins in… We’ve sniffed the green thick odou… Our eyes wept, but our courage did…
Halted against the shade of a last… They fed, and, lying easy, were at… And, finding comfortable chests an… Carelessly slept. But many there… To face the stark, blank sky beyon…
A dismal fog—hoarse siren howls at… I watch the man it calls for, push… Backwards and forwards, helpless a… But I’m lazy, and his work’s craz… Quick treble bells begin at nine o…
After the blast of lightning from… The flourish of loud clouds, the… After the drums of time have rolle… And from the bronze west long retr… Shall Life renew these bodies? Of…
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,
Who are these? Why sit they here… Wherefore rock they, purgatorial s… Drooping tongues from jays that sl… Baring teeth that leer like skulls… Stroke on stroke of pain,—but what…
As bronze may be much beautified By lying in the dark damp soil, So men who fade in dust of warfare… Fairer, and sorrow blooms their so… Like pearls which noble women wear
Our brains ache, in the merciless… Wearied we keep awake because the… Low drooping flares confuse our me… Worried by silence, sentries whisp… But nothing happens.