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  THE BRAVE CANADIAN HEARTS THAT BEAT AND BATTLE FOR THE CAUSE OF FREEDOM AND THE SAFETY OF THE EMPIRE


id: 52559
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  ````With his face tucked down `````out of sight, ````When a flare went up and the `````other three ````Fell


id: 13886
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  ROUTINE THE UNIFORM IN THE COLD GRAY DAWN OF THE MORNING AFTER THE OTHER SIDE OF THE POSTER ARMY FEVER ONE TO THE ARMY BEAN LITTLE


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  Back through a hundred, hundred years Hear the waves as they climb the piers, Hear the howl of the silver seas, Hear the thunder


id: 46427
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  In the Battle Silences"--By permission of the Author and The Musson Book Company, Limited, Toronto_ INTO BATTLE


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  In the Battle Silences"--By permission of the Author and The Musson Book Company, Limited, Toronto_ EXTRACT


# bib

id: 16632
title: Over Here
author: Guest, Edgar A. (Edgar Albert)
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  Good sense shall come again to men, Some day the smiles of joy shall start and you When you shall have your soldier fine, and men But that our children after us shall know life at its best; Little mother, life''s adventure calls your boy away, For your boy shall come to you in a little while. You may boast men''s deeds of glory, you may tell their courage great, In a big way we must labor, if our Flag shall always fly. And work, as men and women, for the bigger, better days. Some day shall bless our Flag And we who are the folks at home shall pray the old time prayer, The hearts of us, each day and night, shall come with love to you. God and country, to-day let us prove we are men! God and country, to-day let us prove we are brave!


id: 20072
title: With the Colors Songs of the American Service
author: Appleton, Everard Jack
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  Folks think it''s great to josh us when things are goin'' slow, Then--her little head lifted, her eyes gone mad-He was too blamed busy, like the one-armed man "We''ve ditched our good luck--he won''t _let_ her come back," Looks like a love-poisoned man. He doesn''t like to have you talk about the thing he did-What sort of a chance have other men got when tested on Judgment Day? "And now that I''m dead," said the troubled soul of the one-time The days that you''d like to forget--and try-"Dear Cave-man, I love you," you said; "is it wrong?" I sure do like that kid, although I know Things even up before we die, as every old man knows. You come down town at noon to-day, and we''ll go to the picture man; Oncet, when I was a gret big man, I got mad at the way


id: 20123
title: Golden Stars, and Other Verses Following "The Red Flower"
author: Van Dyke, Henry
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  expressed a desire to have the memorial poem, "Golden Stars," in a A peaceful man must fight But thou, America, whose heart To that great star which rules the night,-Lover of peace, oh set thy soul, Give me a soul to feel thee and follow in thy path! Of thee our heart''s desire And the Lords of war shall fall, They shall rejoice together in the Easter of a new world. Oh, welcome home in Heaven''s peace, dear spirits of the dead! And welcome home ye living sons America hath bred! You fought to make the whole world free, and the victory is won. Shall guard the fruit of Freedom''s war and the victory confest, The flags of the brave and just and free shall rule on the ocean''s breast. And welcome home our blue-star boys, America was in their hearts, To safeguard peace our hearts must learn to live.


id: 16904
title: ''Hello, Soldier!'' Khaki Verse
author: Dyson, Edward
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  They bring to life things good and new. While the old men sit and tell us war it is a For sons gone out to the long war''s end; When they''ve got the Ot''man goin'', little To the ole push cobbers I give "Good-night!" Takes a odds-on chance with the God of War, And I thank God, too, for the things like these "Lor love yeh, ole John Hop," sez I, "yiv "Come aisy, Jumm, yeh loafer, little hell ''n'' He grins at me: "Yer right," sez he, "Hold In the bitter day''s that follered, spillin'' life beside the sea, One day afore the dead sun rose. Then one day old Fritz got going. I rode the great sea like a bird, In finishing your old war." Said Got such a doin'' that at day, Spit hate and death; and red blood flows The war''s a flutter very like As came the day.


id: 27126
title: ''All''s Well!''
author: Oxenham, John
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  quiet faces and breaking hearts, have so bravely bidden them "God shall come new life. his and her own way, to strive with heart and soul for that mighty end. Thy Peace on earth till Time shall end! For Thy deep sounding of the hearts of men; For Thy great opening of the hearts of men; For Thy close-knitting of the hearts of men; So, Lord, we thank Thee for Thy Grace, Silence of soul, wherein we come to Thee, Thy Lord--who died alike for these and thee. For this vast wrong I hold thy soul in fee. _So, once again, through Death shall come New Life, The Way his soul shall go. For I, God, am the soul of man, "_How shall the Lord Christ come again? The Great High Way of Thy Delight_. Shall the world have peace again._" Shall the world have peace again._" Shall the world have peace again._"


id: 13886
title: Rhymes of the Rookies Sunny Side of Soldier Service
author: Christian, W. E.
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  Though he''s "dressed" like a soldier when given "Guide Right," The next day fever-soldier dead. About another soldier man I''d like to say a word: For the dear old flag with its red, white and blue We''ll fight like true soldiers from first to the last So here''s to "Beans" old "Sea-dog," "Old Baldy''s" quick work, and to make good his word, O''Reilly was a soldier man, the pride of Battery "B." He''s ten days absent without leave, O''Reilly''s gone to Hell. In these years you''ve been a soldier--that you might come back. "Where is the Army goin'' to?" said Files-on-Parade, "The boys will soon have done their time," said Files-on-Parade, And they''ll have a Rookie Army--instead of Soldier Men. Dog-robber--name by which the enlisted men call a soldier who works for Old Man--the company commander. The Old Man--term sometimes used by officers and soldiers in referring


id: 315
title: Rhymes of a Red Cross Man
author: Service, Robert W. (Robert William)
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  And they sit like little children, just as quiet as can be: The road was long, the sun was like a brazier in the sky. God bless little children!" So he passed to glory, That we''re here to fight like devils, and if need-be die; There''s only one good cause, Bill, for poor blokes like us to fight: I''ve fought like a man the fight, And ''e starts like a bloke wot''s guilty, and ''e says with a sheepish smile: I stares like a man wot''s stuck, It''s looking like death, but while you''ve a breath, It''s looking like hell, but--you never can tell: It gives one a kind of a turn, you know, to come on a thing like that. I run like a man wot''s missing a train, For in the fight a bullet bee-like stings; Sure I''ll remember me boy like that if I live to me dyin'' day."


id: 8930
title: Counter-Attack and Other Poems
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
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  Before the war he had hardly published a line. war for forty years, who have given the lovely earth say a word in any way countenancing war. Death will stand grieving in that field of war While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, told me he had never seen so many dead before."--_War Correspondent_. And when the war is done and youth stone dead, That earth is telling its old peaceful tale; The old horse lifts his face and thanks the light, Because I''d like to know that you''re all right. and the War won''t end for at least two years; SONG-BOOKS OF THE WAR SONG-BOOKS OF THE WAR You''d never think there was a bloody war on! He thought--"there''s things in war one dare not tell A dream of war that in the past was hidden. To watch the soldiers of the Line


id: 9388
title: The Red Flower: Poems Written in War Time
author: Van Dyke, Henry
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  These are verses that came to me in this dreadful war time amid the cares The "Interludes in Holland" are thoughts of the peaceful things that will Thou island mother of a world-wide race, Their hands will break the sword that seeks thy life; Fight bravely on, until the word of peace Set free from war lords, cries, "Let there be Light." O''er the world of the free and the lands of the brave. Put on thy crown and let us hear thee reign "Thus far, O sea, shalt thou go, I hear thy voice with tears and courage rife,-For the glory of ships is a light on the sea, For the glory of ships is a light on the sea, Thou ruthless Old Man of the Sea, Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.


id: 8433
title: The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch
author: Lehmann, R. C. (Rudolf Chambers)
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summary:
  With a friendly light in his deep-set eyes, Stood an old man holding a dusty fiddle. To shiver the heart of the grey old man; The long-drawn music eased their hearts of pain; I heard a little water, and, oh, the sky was blue, Like winds that with the setting of the sun A day of your life at Cragwell End. It''s a village quiet and grey and old, While the village holds to its old-world quiet. As the little ones play on the Village Green, Till John he whimpered and piped his eye._ For, lo, he comes, your tricksy little friend, The little pansies nod their heads and smile. And end the days of their dragon-foe. The men stepped into the light of day, And, having come to the end of day, Caesar, the dead KING''S humble little friend. Oh, then thy day, JOHN BRADBURY, was come.


id: 34966
title: Eidola
author: Manning, Frederic
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  For in thee the souls of slain men are singing exultant, Blow, thou great wind, scatter the yellowing leaves. Earth held thee not, whom now the gray seas hold, Sea-blue thine eyes, and bright as hawk''s are, Yet frail thy face as an image in clear water But thy face sings to me from the slim flames My soul said unto me: Yea, God is wise Love, thou hast snared me in thy golden toil, Thy face, which love renews ever with loveliness, How may love snare thy soul, or know the ways thereof? In thy clear love''s eternity. Yea, like a bee, my heart hath fed on the honey of flowers Who shall forget thee having seen thy face? And thy beauty a shadow, that the wind breaketh. Praise my sweet grave gods of the blue, and the earth-born! To see thee pass: thou being all my song.


id: 37154
title: Songs of Heroic Days
author: O''Hagan, Thomas
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  presented to His Majesty, King Albert of Belgium. _Albert, King of Belgium, is the hero of the hour; You have won a place in history, of your deeds the world will sing, Has touched the Kaiser''s soul; Heroic hearts and souls to teach. For duty born of a mother''s heart All day the guns belched fire and death Gift of peace to warring lands, GOD''S NEW YEAR''S GIFT GOD''S NEW YEAR''S GIFT For fear had left the Louvre when the Teutons turned in flight, Thy soul had vision of the years fraught with danger''s woe, most needs for the winter is good warm socks."--_Press Despatch_. The stars that burn with the true light of freedom, He hailed the young Shepherd boy king of the land So, good-bye, Tipperary, till we''ve rounded up each crew, THE KAISER''S "PLACE IN THE SUN" THE KAISER''S "PLACE IN THE SUN" The Kaiser is seeking "a place in the Sun"


id: 33681
title: Poems of the Great War Published on the Behalf of the Prince of Wales''s National Relief Fund
author: Various
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  Hymn in War Time _Robert Bridges_ 39 For Peace thou art armed Then let memory tell thy heart; Publish your heart, and let its pent hate pour, Shall I be first or great or loved or free, By fire and sword shall yet turn England broken Me--whom thou barest where thy waves should guard me, Me--whom thou suckled''st on thy milk of foam, "When they come forth who seek this empire o''er thee, England''s wise thoughts are swords; her quiet hours To-day--he draws the guns of war! There''s a man who fights for England, and he''ll keep her still atop, Let the ships that war with England see her factory furnace burn; England, in this great fight to which you go Rejoice, O land, in God thy might. Yea, love with thee shall make his home, Until thou see God''s kingdom come. Remember thou His love of old.


id: 38071
title: The Guards Came Through, and Other Poems
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
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  Hold high the heart! The weary night, the chill bleak day, Athwart our joy still comes the thought There''s just one ragged British line of Plumer''s weary men; But, alas for dreams that vanish, for before the day was done Each day the Belfry faced you but you never brought it nearer, Fair Ypres was a relic of the soul of other days, It''s just the old familiar line of fifty thousand men, The dreams are passed and gone, old man, To be fit when the day should come! Foolish half-hearted Roman hell! For as he lies in hell to-day And how there passed three nights and days Ever more my heart is with you, ever more till life shall fail Take heart to hear the ragtime lilting down the deck. And a weary-hearted man was I. I turned away with heart of gloom, THE OLD WAY, and other Poems 3_s._ 6_d._ net


id: 41944
title: On Patrol
author: Bower, John Graham
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  He went to sea on the long patrol, WHEN ALL THE WIRELESS STATIONS CRY--"COME HOME, YOU SHIPS OF WAR"-As out of the dark the long grey hulls come rolling in from sea. The peace will come when God shall stay His hand, Out to the wharf where the long ship lay with her beak to the open sea, "Pass to the sea and the Death beyond to the home of the Gods you left Or the High Sea Fleet from the Bight comes forth, "Do you cross the sea to-night with me?" the cold North-Easter cried-you''re right--you German men, with a three-day gale to blow, At peace or war, when you hear my voice you shall know no Lord but me." Two o'' the morn, and a rising sea, I''d like to ease to slow, Listen in the North Sea--news for you to-day." Waiting in the cold North Sea. A.D. 400


id: 41985
title: Poems
author: Jenkins, Elinor
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  To well-loved faces and to length of days.-God only knows, whose face is turned away. The living hearts of all their mothers lie The sun that loved him gave a kiss death-fraught Whose couriers knocked on every heart like death, For strange, sad echoes from a child''s heart grown And rocked against her heart, with loving fears, Says smiling with stiff lips and death-dimmed eyes, Nor seer''s eyes to look beyond the grave. When loving kindness with our dead lies slain: Through those dim lands that sleep and know not rest; Doth that ill dream, the sleep-world''s confines breaking, The wearied eye ''gins ache for shaded grass Heart-breaking blue, and night''s first timid star, So fair a dream last night my heart had kissed, But long their like had loved the garden well; For each ghost looks into his own love''s eyes To love as in life''s day?


id: 52561
title: The Young Guard
author: Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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  But like the time the game is out of joint-And earth is Heaven, night is Day, One from the boy, still safe, still sound! And the Game to play if he''d tread the way "Left school--joined the Line--are you With ruddy young Ginger--some boy! And left her to play the game. "A man in a world of men"! about Old Man Wren When each one looks like a pig Only, that way lies Ermyntrude, A way of saving his face: Not look on his like again. Or Big Stuff burst like a bonfire, or bullets But I felt like a man in a prison van where the All day they whistled like a lash In, in they came, three nights and days, All night and all day long; His face was like a Yet--the big thing you''re doing I should like to Ages ago (as to-day they are reckoned)


id: 52559
title: The Ballad of Ensign Joy
author: Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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  THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY |IT is also the story of Ermyntrude ''''''''And left her to play the game. ''''''''His flippancy sent her friends ''''''''Left Ermyntrude cold and ''''''''Sank into her heart instead. ''''''''"A man in a world of men"! ''''''''Especially Sergeant Wren! ''''''''Ermyntrude couldn''t endure his ''''''''''about Old Man Wren ''''''''That the war''s as good as a pic''''''''Ensign Joy ''''''''Ensign Joy ''''''''Ensign Joy ''''''''What do his heart-strings drone all day? ''''''''We stand or fall in a cheery |ENSIGN JOY''S in the second ''''''''Ensign Joy cannot tell : ''''''''Only, that way lies Ermyntrude, ''''''''A way of saving his face: ''''''''Wren and Joy-''''''''Wren and Joy-''''''''Wren and Joy-''''''''"My Sergeant''s plan, Sir"-''''''''He has dared to face Wren with ''''''''On the day he turned and ran ''''''''Not look on his like again. ''''''''It was from Sergeant Wren: ''''''''''went away; ''''''''''it went--in a day. ''''''''Ermyntrude, ''''''''Ermyntrude,


id: 8820
title: A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917
author: nan
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  Mr. Thomas Hardy and the London _Times_:--"Men Who March Away," and Poems of the War_; "A Chant of Love for England," by Helen Gray Cone, Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand Shall come;--the shining hope of Europe free: Bringing long peace to Cornland, Alp, and Sea. It breaks his heart that kings must murder still, With eyes like stars upon the brave night air, And souls new-dead whose lives were shed like leaves on war''s red tide And men shall follow like swift blades to reap a sure reward. Soon the glad skies thy proud new flag shall see, Let thy dear light from my dead body shine Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land: Half a thousand dead men soon shall hear and see Far fall the day when England''s realm shall see Far fall the day when England''s realm shall see


id: 19358
title: War Rhymes by Wayfarer
author: Cosens, Abner
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  When Britain needed men, dad, to help to fight the Huns, Und dey tink up von pully goot shoke, Und dose blace in de sun dat ve got. Ven dey trow dose old bombs mit a shtick. Ven dose poys vill trow bombs mit a shtick." Ven dose poys vill trow bombs mit a shtick." If dose Rats don''t know ven dey get licked? Day und night dey vill put oop de shcrap, Ven I tink of der Kaiser und Krupp, Dere''s a ting dat von''t come troo mine head. Dat dose English shoost laugh und play ball. Ven dose English come on mit a run, Ven de Kaiser''s men need it, dey said, Ven dose English und French vill get gay Und no more vill dey call us de Hun. Ven he say dat he nefer vill fight, Mit dose bull-headed English und French, Und dey all vill go britty soon dead,


id: 617
title: Poems
author: Seeger, Alan
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  four years of the tense and poignant joy of living on which his heart was set; Paris did not belong to the working-day world, but was like The story of his life as a soldier shall be told, so far as possible, It makes one in love with life, it is all so peaceful and beautiful. frosty nights and sunny days and beautiful coloring on the sparse foliage Whose frame is the green Earth robed round with day and night. His heart the love of Beauty held as hides From hours unblessed by beauty nor lighted by love have fled Shall, knocking, open to your hands, for Love is all its golden key, His life was nursed in beauty, like the stream Sweet Beauty, opening on the impoverished heart, I loved remote horizons with far clouds I loved fair women, their sweet, conscious ways That thought of Love as some sweet, tender thing,


id: 36094
title: Our Boys, and Other Poems
author: Strang, Alan L.
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  Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the Our country needed fighting men, My country needs brave fighting men, But the thing that worries me night and day, Written for Decoration Day, May 30, 1918. A wreath of flowers, a little thing The poems and story of Masata in part second of this book were written And sing there the live-long day; Away o''er the hills in the valley green And I know t''is but a little way Then our wedding day in the spirit land Masata was an Indian boy, he lived on the banks of the Ohio River in taking over the land very fast, and when Masata was ten years old his The days soon became filled with interesting things for Masata. While Masata was still a young "brave" their chief died and after a great ceremony, Masata was made Chief of the tribes, and was known as


id: 35780
title: Two Fishers, and Other Poems
author: Palmer, Herbert E. (Herbert Edward)
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  Oh, our hearts will mount to Heaven Are the dead men of the wars. But you''ll be a new man, one day, Where Heaven clasps the great lone hills. Oh, your heart will leap with joy, Charley, I''d like to take one little peep and know. But her dead life flowered that day And talked like the angry guns, in flashes. As my triumphing soul sang England''s praise. Till Earth knew Heaven as her lover, And Heaven leaned down gracious to Earth, Through pure clean ways right into Heaven go. He''d talk to God through clouds of Fear. To still my heart''s wild crying. The trees talked to God all the night, The Earth will sing like a lover; Singing with her heart full, And the Earth is Heaven''s lover. Last night I walked in the fern lands The lark said, "God is angry in bright Heaven.


id: 35996
title: The Dawn Patrol, and other poems of an aviator
author: Bewsher, Paul
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  As in the sun''s raw heart I swiftly fly, Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space. Doth stain the fair, green grass, and daisies white This sun-drowsed day for me is darkest night. A lark, deep in the sky''s blue sea, Great lights, like flowers, rise and fall: I look deep in their cold blue eye, It lies beneath--my time has come at last For fear to-day is at my heart I feel the air beneath the wings; Dear London seems so far away, And far away my well-loved friends! And watch the white clouds move across the sky, On that grey Lovers'' City of Sweet Dreams. The soft white clouds: the may-tree''s whiter snow: That we would see that God''s great love was all. High o''er the earth, and see the new Day born, And yet I know he hears my little cry They cannot see the sun--grey is their sky,--


id: 56037
title: Sorrow of War: Poems
author: Golding, Louis
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  How shall you lift your singing head? And there are eyes there--blue like blue doves'' wings, "Night is like cinders: day is lean and stern. Shall your eyes that day be mild, The tiny dead throat shall sing no more, Sleep like little lambs to-night. To-night a thought leapt in my head like flame. And the breath of our singing shall fall on you like stone. Until the Sun''s sky-ways again shall be free!" For we shall crowd the trees with birds, All night your bodies move like furtive ghosts, Birds shall make song. Not God Himself shall bid Time stand to lock I shall take my place in the Self of God. Shall we come again with singing Like men and boys that knew of old For soon enough, the Lord knows, shall I be dead, and hills shall sing again. And I shall have green eyes


id: 14757
title: The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
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  Death will stand grieving in that field of war Who loved his time like any simple chap, Good days of work and sport and homely song; Cowed anger in their eyes, till darkness brims The old horse lifts his face and thanks the light, He thought how slow time went, stamping his feet, The simple, silly things she liked to hear. Of our dead soldiers." Then her face was bowed. And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight, "O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, While dawn broke like a face with blinking eyes, He thought--"there''s things in war one dare not tell And when the war is done and youth stone dead, You know I love to hear how Germans die, Of things like these I love to think Because I''d like to know that you''re all right. Rain; he could hear it rustling through the dark;


id: 10122
title: Fairies and Fusiliers
author: Graves, Robert
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  Die stillborn, because old men squeal There are old-fashioned folk still like it. The red-faced old centurion started up, And like old bitterns we Shall perish so like bear or lion. Like a wild bee, flies a sure line (God''s eyes are dim, His ears are shut.) And eyes like a lighted taper Dreams are like a bird that mocks, Daisies, old-man''s-looking-glasses; Jolly young Fusiliers too good to die." In our old haunts down Fricourt way, The old man trembled for the fierce cold. Old John, you do me good! Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder, Often I wish I were long time dead. Just like a live man--Corporal Stare! Then passed away like a puff of wind, An old man''s life of beer and whisky drinking, Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover, And turned to watch if the old man saw it go.


id: 34269
title: Rookie rhymes, by the men of the 1st and 2nd provisional training regiments, Plattsburg, New York
author: Plattsburgh Barracks (N.Y.)
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  When I applied for Plattsburg I stood for hours in line And when I came to Plattsburg I had to stand in line, I stood in line till night for the Captain to endorse it; [Illustration: Right Dress--MARCH] Of a good old Plattsburg rain, He came up days ahead of time-If, in spite of hopes and promises, your pay day doesn''t come, "You seem to know the drill all right; Good old Company Four! Good old Company Four! COMPANY 2 NEW ENGLAND COMPANY 2 NEW ENGLAND And the men from all New England came along and gathered there, With France and Old England, And we never, never, never get a good line at Right Dress, New England will be leading when we''re marching up the Rhine, Oh, Major dear, and did you hear the news that''s going round? The toast will be to old New England Will know New England Five.


id: 39614
title: Ardours and Endurances; Also, A Faun''s Holiday & Poems and Phantasies
author: Nichols, Robert
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  The last light is dimming; night comes on behind. I hear far guns low like oxen at the night. I hear--while its fearful, ag''d master sleeps like the dead-Heart panged, head singing, dizzily pained-All day the wide earth aches, the cold wind cries, Who drinks in grief the hot light of the sun, O youths to come shall drink air warm and bright, Shall hear the bird cry in the sunny wood, Long lost to sun or moon or stars-I stand and I hear the long wind blow light; I hear the wave fall in the hush of the night. O my companions, Wind, Waters, Stars, and Night. Thy lighted eyes and singing mouth. The wind shall be a lovely friend, Till dark woods, fields, bronzed sky, and deep, Save the sun that smiles and loves. Thine eyes challenge: my heart is lighted, I lie till night doth come,


id: 40462
title: It Was the Road to Jericho
author: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
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  By Annie Fellows Johnston A man went riding by, He heard a groan of mortal pain, Lo, as he passed upon his way, To lift the wounded up, And marked him as the man The World pressed toward its Jericho, A hoard of gold it bore along The Son of God came down that way To bind its wounds, to heal its sin He too, went upon His way Marked by the red red lines that make Upon His heart had lain And all the sin of earth pressed sore By love and pity given. The robber hoards that strip and slay Oh, who shall staunch such world-wide woe-On the road to Jericho On the road to Jericho On the road to Jericho On the road to Jericho On the road to Jericho On the road to Jericho Who bear Christ''s pity in their hearts, And millions more shall follow them


id: 47144
title: Over the Brazier
author: Graves, Robert
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  Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover And turned to watch if the old man saw it go. With great big splendid words a sentence long. We huddle together like birds in a storm: The breath of night blows soft indeed, Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine. For forty nights and days All day, all night, and jars and tears the ground; To-day I killed a tiger near my shack But _she_ says the look of the Moon drives people mad, I like the stars, and especially the Big Bear And I know one day it''ll do me some dreadful thing. And feel, like grey-beards touching their fourscore, And warms the heart like wine at Easter-tide; Even good Christians don''t like passing straight


id: 53621
title: The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge with Introductions by Lord Dunsany
author: Ledwidge, Francis
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  Lost like a wind within a summer wood I love the cradle songs the mothers sing Strange Eastern dreams like twilight bats take wing "His heart was like a bookful of girls'' song, You came a silent thing like Sleep, Shall kiss her brown the whole day long. What old and wandering dream forgotten long Then when the night slopes home and white-faced day The one I love like Beauty takes her way. Weep like a memory born of some old pain." And heard a noise like water rushing loud, Love has no voice, and Beauty whispered song. Through wild by-ways I come to you, my love, Like Beauty calling for a poet''s song Love songs within the evening dim of day, When Love and Beauty wander away, When Love and Beauty wander away, When Love and Beauty wander away, When Love and Beauty wander away, Shall there come blackbirds loud with love,


id: 60371
title: The Belgian Mother, and Ballads of Battle Time
author: Browne, Thaddeus A. (Thaddeus Augustine)
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  From thy walls, oh Temple olden, thou hast watched Within thy people''s hearts thou art enthroned; Splendours thy dreams have recorded, sweet to the patriot''s eyes. The floors are the throbbing heart beats of men who love my sod When men shall say who saved the day in years that are to be; Sons of the mothers of the Earth, who out of love were born, How shall we dream of better things amid these saddened days? Lad of my Heart--do you hear my love calling? He, thy lover whom thou dream''st of, yet shall kill for love of me.'' The times unnumbered thou hast lived and loved Still thou with heart heroic face thy tasks-And I know the Father''s watching with a love so great and wide Thy loving smile I see revealed again Waiting her love to bring day. ''Tis thy love must set me free. Send thy love''s rain, sweet caressing;


id: 592
title: The Chinese Nightingale, and Other Poems
author: Lindsay, Vachel
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  "Bird, do you dream of our home-coming day High in the sky shines a field as wide as the world. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the cause of war in all ages. While the Tiger Trees roared of the glories of old, Deep are the days the old arts bring: And here lived old King Silver Dreams, her own stage business for King Solomon, The Potatoes'' Dance, has chanted John Brown and King Solomon for the last two years Men''s Leader: The Queen of Sheba came to see King Solomon. Women''s Leader: The Queen of Sheba asked him like a lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon made answer to the lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon made answer to the lady, Men''s Leader: King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba, Men''s Leader: King Solomon he asked the Queen of Sheba, Men''s Leader: King Solomon, Men''s Leader: King Solomon,


id: 46427
title: The Great War in Verse and Prose
author: nan
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  the history of the Great War from the stirring days of August, 1914, to the Great War, the genius of the world-wide British Commonwealth, the War. They "saved the day" at the second Battle of Ypres, in face of the for a moment, night or day, their stern vigil on the lonely sea. when she was a nation of the size of Belgium fighting a great empire. great national, moral impulse without which Governments, War Ministers, Men without heart for the soldier, loathing his life and his trade? great free nations possessing full rights of self-government, enjoying It is a fearful thing to lead this great, peaceful people into war, concert of free peoples as shall bring peace and safety to all nations Great-hearted England, we have fought the fight British Empire in the Great War.) during the last days of the Great War. That the German army


id: 1034
title: Poems
author: Owen, Wilfred
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  He never wrote his poems (as so many war-poets did) War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan. Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh Parable of the Old Men and the Young Their old wounds save with cold can not more ache. Far off, like a dull rumour of some other war. Knowing their feet had come to the end of the world. Till like a cold gust thrilled the little word The sun, like a friend with whom their love is done. His eyes grew old with wincing, and his hand He''d seen men shoot their hands, on night patrol, Like secret men who know their secret safe. One dies of war like any old disease. This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes. one week before the war ended, it should be noted that these poems are


id: 15937
title: "I was there" with the Yanks on the western front, 1917-1919
author: Baukhage, Hilmar R. (Hilmar Robert)
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  [Illustration: Rain overhead and mud underfoot / Baldridge Near Montfaucon] [Illustration: Seicheprey, America''s old home sector. [Illustration: Old "rain-in-the-face"] [Illustration: With the French army] [Illustration: The letter from home/reading] [Illustration: "I know a girl at home who looks just like you."/6 June] [Illustration: "The Bugs"--Two men, French style tanks] [Illustration: A Survival of the old regular army] [Illustration: American and French field artillery gun crews...] [Illustration: Yanks with French Type of Anti-Aircraft] [Illustration: "American Field Service" drivers at Longpont/1917] [Illustration: The veteran of the Spanish-American war...] [Illustration: An old trench in the Argonne near Montfaucon] [Illustration: French Colonial Types] [Illustration: A Yank going on leave...] [Illustration: French dogs loaned by private families...] [Illustration: The American Trained Nurse] [Illustration: The "white wing" of the French front] [Illustration: Americans quartered in the old abbey...] [Illustration: Their last war] [Illustration: Cut off from rations for three days...] [Illustration: A sixteen year old volunteer]


id: 59800
title: Picture-Show
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
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  ''O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face, You know I love to hear how Germans die, When I was young my heart and head were light, The gaunt wild man whose lovely sons were dead. For men like me, the only thing that counts Come, whisper soft, and Death will never know ''_And joy was in my heart like leaves aflame._'' To know but this, the phantom glare of day. And I shall know the sense of life re-born Since, if we loved like beasts, the thing is done, Children that haunt your soul like loving words unsaid-Dreams, as a song half-heard through sleep in early morn? Like clouds in the lit heavens of life; and you''re a man Waiting for sleep, I drift from thoughts like these; You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers; And beauty came like the setting sun:


id: 353
title: In Flanders Fields, and Other Poems
author: McCrae, John
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  O guns, fall silent till the dead men hear An editor is merely a man who knows his right hand from his left, good early April day of 1916 will ever feel fully the great truth of Mr. Lillard''s opening lines, as they speak for all Americans: time, but got away safely, and did wonderful service. old men, little children, hopeless, tearful, quiet or excited, tired, 3.45 word came to go in and support a French counterattack at 4.30 A.M. Hastily we got the order spread; it was 4 A.M. and three miles to go. So the day wore on; in the night the shelling still kept up: three front, pitted by French trenches, the German lines; to the left front, night, beginning after dark, we got a terrible shelling, which kept up Another day of heavy actions, but last night much French and British shells--the field guns come with a great velocity--no warning--just


