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21 de mai. de 2024 · Aftermath. Have you forgotten yet?…. Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare. But the past is just the same-and War's a bloody game …. Have you forgotten yet?…. Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you'll never forget. The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
16 de mai. de 2024 · Siegfried plays a major part in the Nibelungenlied, where this old material is used but is much overlaid with more recent additions. Das Lied vom hürnen Seyfrid, not attested before about 1500, also retains the old material in identifiable form, although the poem’s central theme is the release of a maiden from a dragon; and an Edda poem tells how Sigurd awakened a Valkyrie maiden from a ...
Há 2 dias · Glory Of Women. You love us when we're heroes, home on leave, Or wounded in a mentionable place. You worship decorations; you believe. That chivalry redeems the war 's disgrace. You make us shells. You listen with delight, By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled. You crown our distant ardours while we fight,
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14 de mai. de 2024 · In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. * * * * *. You snug-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 go.
Há 6 dias · A Whispered Tale. I'd heard fool -heroes brag of where they'd been, With stories of the glories that they'd seen. But you, good simple soldier, seasoned well. In woods and posts and crater-lines of hell, Who dodge remembered 'crumps' with wry grimace, Endured experience in your queer, kind face, Fatigues and vigils haunting nerve-strained eyes,
Há 3 dias · Reconciliation. When you are standing at your hero 's grave, Or near some homeless village where he died, Remember, through your heart 's rekindling pride, The German soldiers who were loyal and brave. Men fought like brutes; and hideous things were done; And you have nourished hatred, harsh and blind. But in that Golgotha perhaps you'll find.
