A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men dead and living cherished and handed on the sacred fire.
The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been. - Ivor Gurney
The songs I had are withered Or vanished clean. Yet there are bright tracks Where I have been.
- Ivor Gurney
There are strange hells within the minds war made. - Ivor Gurney
There are strange hells within the minds war made.
A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men dead and living cherished and ha… - Ivor Gurney
A sense of beauty is every hindrance to a soldier; yet there would be no soldiers - or none such soldier had not men dead and living cherished and ha…
In the mind of all the English soldiers there is absolutely no hate for the Germans, but a kind of brotherly though slightly comtemptuous kindness - … - Ivor Gurney
In the mind of all the English soldiers there is absolutely no hate for the Germans, but a kind of brotherly though slightly comtemptuous kindness - …
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