What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle…

Sombre the night is. And though we have our lives, we know What sinister threat lurks there. Dragging these anguished limbs, we…

Ladies and gentlemen, this is High Wood, Called by the French, Bois des Furneaux, The famous spot which in Nineteen-Sixteen, July, August…

You became In many acts and quiet observances A body and soul, entire. I cannot tell What time your life became mine:…

Just see what’s happening, Worley! – Worley rose And round the angled doorway thrust his nose And Sergeant Hoad went too to…

‘Good-morning; good-morning!’ the General said When we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled…

Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say, Because I’d like to know that you’re all right. Tell me, have…

On through the hail of slaughter, Where gallant comrades fall, Where blood is poured like water, They drive the trickling ball. The…

Will the train never start? God, make the train start. She cannot bear it, keeping up so long; and he, he no…

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England….

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will…

What do they think has happened, the old fools, To make them like this? Do they somehow suppose It’s more grown-up when…