Poems Written During the Great War, 1914-1918: An AnthologyBertram Lloyd |
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abaht ain't B. H. Blackwell bade me fight Beauty beneath bitter bleeding blind blood brain cheer Christ corpse cried dark dead death died dreams dripping E. H. Visiak earth Editor Edward Carpenter EDWARD SHILLITO eggs Eliot Crawshay-Williams Erskine Macdonald Europe's All Souls Eva Gore-Booth fight had told fools fought freedom-This I know German glamour Glory gods grey Hate heart Heinemann Heinrich Hutter hideous honour IRIS TREE Israel Zangwill J. C. Squire killed King knew Lambeth lands laugh Laurence Housman lips London Lord Lunnon mankind MARCEL MARTINET Margaret Sackville mothers Munstein nations noble numbers o'er Olaf Baker poems poor Press round Price of Peace pride Rhapsode Siegfried Sassoon sing slain slay song statesmen steel stretcher-bearers sword thing thou thought Translated trenches W. N. Ewer war's Wilfrid Wilson Gibson women words wounds Yencken Youth
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Page 30 - Five Souls": First Soul. I was a peasant of the Polish plain; I left my plow because the message ran — Russia in danger needed every man To save her from the Teuton; and was slain I gave my life for freedom — this I know For those who bade me fight had told me so.
Page 6 - Trajan was ambitious of fame; and as long as mankind shall continue to bestow more liberal applause on their destroyers than on their benefactors, the thirst of military glory will ever be the vice of the most exalted characters.
Page 88 - 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 98 - God this, God that, and God the other thing. " Good God ! " said God,
Page 31 - I worked in Lyons at my weaver's loom, When suddenly the Prussian despot hurled His felon blow at France and at the world ; Then I went forth to Belgium and my doom. / gave my life for freedom — This I know: For those who bade me fight had told me so.
Page 92 - In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain.
Page 31 - I owned a vineyard by the wooded Main, Until the Fatherland, begirt by foes Lusting her downfall, called me, and I rose Swift to the call — and died in fair Lorraine. I gave my life for freedom — this I know: For those who bade me fight had told me so.
Page 83 - OLD friend, I greet you ! you are still the same : You poisoned Socrates, you crucified Christ, you have persecuted, mocked, denied, Rejected God and cursed Him — in God's name. You gave monotonously to the flame All those (whom now you honour) when the new Truth stung their lips — for fear it might be true ; Then reaped where they had sown, and felt no shame. Familiar voice, old adversary— hail ! Yesterday's fools are now your gods. Behold ! The generations pass and we can wait. You slandered...
Page 30 - I was a Tyrolese, a mountaineer; I gladly left my mountain home to fight Against the brutal, treacherous Muscovite, And died in Poland on a Cossack spear. I gave my life for freedom, this I know, For those who bade me fight had told me so.
Page 94 - Arm-chair If I were now of handsome middle-age, I should not govern yet, but still should hope To help the prosecution of this war. I'd talk and eat (though not eat wheaten bread), I'd send my sons, if old enough, to France, Or help to do my share in other ways.