I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil ….

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter….

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows..

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken..

The song was wordless; The singing will never be done..

In me the tiger sniffs the rose..

The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the sa….

Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall make them flame; silent and whist The dr….

The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete..

But I've grown thoughtful now. And you have lost Your early-morning freshness of surprise At being so utterly mine: you've learned to fear The gloomy….

I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible ….

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives..

And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed..

And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume..

Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain..

I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrifice….

Life for the majority of the population. Is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds. Culminating in a cheap funeral..

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers..

Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and sec….

December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries. While nightfall, s….

For it is humanly certain that most of us remember very little of what we have read. To open almost any book a second time is to be reminded that we ….