Index talk:A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919.djvu

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 * Not in 1917 edition, yet hosted here from 1919 edition:
 * At the Movies
 * Old War
 * St. George's Day

Poems which appear on a single page only
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PEACE

PEACE

With subtitles:

IN FLANDERS FIELDS [Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]

IN FLANDERS FIELDS [Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]

Other additions: John Galsworthy [From A Sheaf. Copyright, 1916, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]

Charles Hamilton Sorley June 12, 1915.

First page
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142 OR Rh

142

Body:

WAKE, ye nations, slumbering supine,

Who round enring the European fray!...

WAKE, ye nations, slumbering supine,

Who round enring the European fray!...

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Middle page(s)
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142 OR Rh

Rh

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Far fall the day when England's realm shall see

The sunset of dominion!...

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see

The sunset of dominion!...

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Final page
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142

Body: ...For those ideals for which, since Homer sang,

The hosts of thirty centuries have died. George Edward Woodberry

...For those ideals for which, since Homer sang,

The hosts of thirty centuries have died. George Edward Woodberry

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NOTE: Gaps for poetry are much too wide; they really need to be 1em width. How 'bout a pgap for poem gap? (half serious)...

ON poisonous clod,

(Look! I could touch it with my stick!) that lies

In the next ulcer of this shell-pock'd land

To that which holds me now;

Yon carrion, with its devil-swarm of flies

That scorn the protest of the limp, cold hand,

Seeming half-rais'd to shield the matted brow;

Those festering rags whose colour mocks the sod;

And, O ye gods, those eyes!

Those staring, staring eyes!. ..

ON poisonous clod,

(Look! I could touch it with my stick!) that lies

In the next ulcer of this shell-pock'd land

To that which holds me now;

Yon carrion, with its devil-swarm of flies

That scorn the protest of the limp, cold hand,

Seeming half-rais'd to shield the matted brow;

Those festering rags whose colour mocks the sod;

And, O ye gods, those eyes!

Those staring, staring eyes!

Special cases
 WILL die cheering, if I needs must die;

''So shall my last breath write upon my lips. . .''

Other
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(1) Him Prince of Peace, though unenthroned, we hail,
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Supreme when in all bosoms He be heard.

(2) For those ideals for which, since Homer sang,

The hosts of thirty centuries have died. George Edward Woodberry

Though not to me the golden morn appears,
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My faith is perfect in time's issue fair.

For man doth build on an eternal scale,

And his ideals are framed of hope deferred

Though not to me the golden morn appears,

My faith is perfect in time's issue fair.

For man doth build on an eternal scale,

And his ideals are framed of hope deferred;