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This is no case of petty right or wrong by Edward Thomas

This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers. Beside my hate for one fat patriot My hatred of the … Continue reading

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Men Who March Away by Thomas Hardy

What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing grey, Leaving all that here can win us; What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away? Is … Continue reading

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For The Fallen by Robert Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and … Continue reading

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Break of Day in the Trenches by Isaac Rosenberg

The darkness crumbles away. It is the same old druid Time as ever, Only a live thing leaps my hand, A queer sardonic rat, As I pull the parapet’s poppy To stick behind my ear. Droll rat, they would shoot … Continue reading

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Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats

I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite … Continue reading

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