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Common terms and phrasesAnthony Trollope Arras Aubrey Beardsley Available in U.S. battle beauty blind blood blunder Boche brain brambled bright burst chap choked Christ clutched Croesus Curse dark dawn dead death died doom Dover dreams dug-out eyes face feet fight flare fought France G. K. Chesterton ghosts glare gleam glimmering gloom glory Golgotha green grey grin groping guns Hawthorn Tree head hear heart Heaven hell heroes horror killed lads legs Lewis Carroll light looked Martin Gardner Mineola morning Morning Glory never night o o o o o pain paradise peace poems poetry rain remember ROBERT NICHOLS safe at home shells shine Siegfried Sassoon sigh silence sing sleep sodden soldiers song splashing stand stared stars stood storm stumbled tell there's things thought thud tired trees trench twilight voice watch weald whispering William Blake wire woods wound young References from web pagesMore info about the poet: Siegfried Sassoon - references bibliography References to this bookFrom other books
From Google ScholarDifference at War: Siegfried Sassoon, Isaac Rosenberg, UZ Grinberg ...Avi Matalon - 2002 - Shofar: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Jewish Studies “Where Youth and Laughter Go: ” The Experience of Trench Warfare ...Richard H Hephner - 1997 Popular passagesEVERYONE suddenly burst out singing ; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields ; on ; on ; and out of sight. Page 104 For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. Does it matter? — losing your sight? . . . There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light. Do they matter? — those dreams from the pit? ... You can drink and forget and be glad, And people won't say that you're mad; For they'll know that you've fought for your... Page 61 We're none of us the same!' the boys reply. 'For George lost both his legs; and Bill's stone blind; Poor Jim's shot through the lungs and like to die; And Bert's gone syphilitic: you'll not find A chap who's served that hasn't found some change. Page 21 Good-bye, old lad! Remember me to God, And tell Him that our Politicians swear They won't give in till Prussian Rule's been trod Under the Heel of England . . . Are you there? . . . Yes . . . and the War won't end for at least two years; But we've got stacks of men . . . I'm blind with tears, Staring into the dark. Cheero! I wish they'd killed you in a decent show. Siegfried Sassoon ( l 886- l 967), To Any Dead Officer', in Counterattack, l9l8. Page 73 Like clouds in the lit heavens of life; and you're a man reprieved to go, Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. But the past is just the same, — and War's a bloody game. . . . Have you forgotten yet? . . . Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget. Page 102 Light many lamps and gather round his bed. Lend him your eyes, warm blood, and will to live. Speak to him; rouse him; you may save him yet. He's young; he hated War; how should he die When cruel old campaigners win safe through? But death replied: "I choose him. Page 38 Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin They think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives. Page 53 And clink of shovels deepening the shallow trench. .The place was rotten with dead; green clumsy legs High-booted, sprawled and grovelled along the saps; And trunks, face downward, in the sucking mud, Wallowed like trodden sand-bags loosely filled; And naked sodden buttocks, mats of hair, Bulged, clotted heads slept in the plastering slime. Page 48 I KNEW a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go. Page 64 The anguish of the earth absolves our eyes Till beauty shines in all that we can see. War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise, And, fighting for our freedom, we are free. Page 1 Contents
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