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Rupert Brooke: The Fish

O world of lips, O world of laughter,
Where hope is fleet and thought flies after,
Of lights in the clear night, of cries
That drift along the wave and rise

September 2, 2022 · 8 Comments

Edward Thomas: Rain

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me

October 25, 2019 · Leave a comment

Wilfred Owen: Dulce et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began … Continue reading

May 28, 2018 · Leave a comment

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