In me the tiger sniffs the rose.
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I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.
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O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.
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Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back With dying eyes and lolling heads, those ashen-gray...
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You are too young to fall asleep for ever; And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.
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And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.
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'Their name liveth for ever,' the Gateway claims. Was ever an immolation so belied...
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Pacifists would do well to study the Siegfried and Maginot Lines, remembering that these defenses were forced; that Troy fell; that the walls of Hadrian succumbed; that the Great Wall of China was futile; and that, by the same token, the mighty seas which are alleged to defend us can also be circumvented by a resolute and ingenious opponent. In war, the only sure defense is offense, and the efficiency of offense depends on the warlike souls of those conducting it.
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The trouble about soldiers in Mr. Siegfried Sassoon's poetry ... is that they are the kind of people who in a railroad train have to travel wi...
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"Their name liveth for ever," the Gateway claims. Was ever an immolation so belied...
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