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INTRODUCTION Sassoon the Man In appearance he is tall, big-boned, loosely built. He is clean-shaven, pale or with a flush; has a heavy jaw, wide mouth with the upper lip slightly protruding and the curve of it very pronounced like that of a shrivelled leaf (as I have noticed is common in many poets). His nose is aquiline, the nostrils being wide and heavily arched. This characteristic and the fullness,...
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Anonymous
INTRODUCTION I have been asked to write an Introduction to these letters; and I do so, in spite of the fact that M. Chevrillon has already written one, because they are stranger to me, an Englishman, than they could be to him a Frenchman; and it seems worth while to warn other English readers of this strangeness. But I would warn them of it only by way of a recommendation. We all hope that after the...
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John Oxenham
PART ONE: "ALL'S WELL!" GOD IS God is; God sees; God loves; God knows. And Right is Right; And Right is Might. In the full ripeness of His Time, All these His vast prepotencies Shall round their grace-work to the prime Of full accomplishment, And we shall see the plan sublime Of His beneficent intent. Live on...
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Robert Graves
A FROSTY NIGHT. Mother Alice, dear, what ails you,Dazed and white and shaken?Has the chill night numbed you?Is it fright you have taken? Alice Mother, I am very well,I felt never better,Mother, do not hold me so,Let me write my letter. Mother Sweet, my dear, what ails you? Alice No, but I am well;The night was cold and frosty,There's no more to tell. Mother Ay, the night was frosty,Coldly gaped...
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THE COLORS It isn't just colors and bunting—The red and the blue and the white.It's something heaps better and finer,—It's the soul of my country in sight! There's a lot of ceremony 'bout the Flag,Though many half-baked patriots believeSalutin' it and hangin' it correct"Is only loyalty upon the sleeve."But we who work beneath the Flag to-day,Who'll...
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Edward Dyson
BILLY KHAKI MARCHING somewhat out of order when the band is cock-a-hoop,There's a lilting kind of magic in the swagger of the troop,Swinging all aboard the steamer with her nose toward the sea.What is calling, Billy Khaki, that you're foot- ing it so free? Though his lines are none too level, And he lacks a bit of style.And he's swanking like the devil Where...
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R. C. Lehmann
THE VAGABOND It was deadly cold in Danbury town One terrible night in mid November, A night that the Danbury folk rememberFor the sleety wind that hammered them down,That chilled their faces and chapped their skin, And froze their fingers and bit their feet,And made them ice to the heart within, And spattered and scattered And shattered and batteredTheir shivering bodies...
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I PRELUDE: THE TROOPS Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloomShudders to drizzling daybreak that revealsDisconsolate men who stamp their sodden bootsAnd turn dulled, sunken faces to the skyHaggard and hopeless. They, who have beaten downThe stale despair of night, must now renewTheir desolation in the truce of dawn,Murdering the livid hours that grope for peace. Yet these, who cling to life with...
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INTRODUCTION Because man is both militant and pacific, he has expressed in literature, as indeed in the other forms of art, his pacific and militant moods. Nor are these moods, of necessity, incompatible. War may become the price of peace, and peace may so decay as inevitably to bring about war. Of the dully unresponsive pacificist and the jingo patriot, quick to anger, the latter no doubt is the more...
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Henry Van Dyke
THE RED FLOWER June 1914 In the pleasant time of Pentecost, By the little river Kyll,I followed the angler's winding path Or waded the stream at will.And the friendly fertile German land Lay round me green and still. But all day long on the eastern bank Of the river cool and clear,Where the curving track of the double rails Was hardly seen though near,The endless trains of German...
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