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The Dead-Beat He dropped, —— more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet...

The Sentry We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, but never quite burst throu...

VI But cursed are dullards whom no cannon stuns, That they should be as stones. Wretched are they, and mean With paucity that never was simplicity. By...

V We wise, who with a thought besmirch Blood over all our soul, How should we see our task But through his blunt and lashless eyes？ Alive, he is not v...

IV Happy the soldier home, with not a notion How somewhere, every dawn, some men attack, And many sighs are drained. Happy the lad whose mind was neve...

III Happy are these who lose imagination： They have enough to carry with ammunition. Their spirit drags no pack. Their old wounds save with cold can n...

II And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling, And Chance's strange arithmetic...

Insensibility I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the a...

The Send-off Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stu...

Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle？ Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ra...