Questions

This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.

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35780	***** Do you remember, old fellow, When we fished near Altenahr, Where the red wine was flowing And the bowl flashed a star?
35780	But, Mister, I''ve a thing to ask;--_ Am I not beautiful?_ Speak true."
35780	Do you remember the big schutzmann, With his sword by his side, Who guessed that you were poaching, And scared you off to hide?
36094	How can we Fool the Rooster?
40462	And must they cry in vain?
40462	And who has oil and wine enough?
40462	[ Illustration] Oh, who shall staunch such world- wide woe-- Such universe of pain?
20123	SIGNS OF THE ZODIAC Who knows how many thousand years ago The twelvefold Zodiac was made to show The course of stars above and men below?
20123	V What wreaths shall we entwine For our dear boys to deck their holy shrine?
20123	What flags are these that dumbly droop from the gaff o''the mainmast tall?
20123	Why should we care to be alive Unless the world is free?
35996	What widows, orphans, sweethearts see their dead This cruel, hopeless dawn?
35996	Who could but think-- deep in some sun- flecked glade-- How God must love these things that He has made?
35996	Why such grief am I to know?
35996	Why?
35996	are you more than just a passing dream Beside the city''s slim and lovely stream?
47144	Are you cold too, poor Pleiads, This frosty night?
47144	Did you hear that, Great She- bear, This frosty night?
47144	How is your trade, Aquarius, This frosty night?
47144	What do you hunt, Orion, This starry night?
47144	Angelic choirs?
47144	For those who live uprightly and die true Heaven has no bars or locks, And serves all taste.... Or what''s for him to do Up there, but hunt the fox?
47144	I have often felt and sung,"It''s a good thing to be young: Though the preacher says it''s folly, Is it foolish to be jolly?"
47144	OVER THE BRAZIER What life to lead and where to go After the War, after the War?
47144	PART I.--Poems Mostly Written at Charterhouse--1910- 1914 STAR- TALK"Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night?"
47144	Some bad fairy stole The baby I nursed: Was this my pretty little soul, This changeling accursed?
47144	THE TRENCHES(_ Heard in the Ranks_) Scratches in the dirt?
15937	Going to keep that sweater?
15937	Whatcha got there, Buddy?
15937	( One''s enough, I''ll say) How the hell''d you do it On five sous a day?
15937	I suppose we''ll keep on going-- Huh?
15937	The Skipper''s faced about?
15937	Then up in the trenches It was just the same,"When''s it going to finish?"
15937	This is the kind of man who made that victory possible[ Illustration: A"walking case"] A"walking case"-- France, August-18[ Illustration: Toul(?)
15937	What the hell''s the rush to get-- out there?
15937	What''s the use?
15937	Where''d I put that plug of Climax?
15937	Where''s Charlie?
41985	( Up to date) 28 Farewells à la Mode 29 Sunset 30 Sursum Corda 31 Lying in State 32 Wind- pedlars 33 Dulce et Decorum?
41985	35 Succory 36 Dreams Trespassing 37"What shall be done with all these tears of ours?"
41985	What comforting makes them strong?
41985	What faith in our victory?
41985	What heaven- sent hilarity?
41985	What hopes that beguile and bless?
41985	What mirth and what weariness?
41985	What trust and what fears have they That march without music or song To death at the end of the way?
41985	What valour from vanished years In the heart of youth confined?
41985	What wellsprings of unshed tears For the loves they leave behind?
41985	_"What shall be done with all these tears of ours?
33681	And how shall I repay?
33681	Has your last word of sophistry been said, O cult of slaves?
33681	Have I not reared for thee time and again And bid go forth to share thy fierce embraces Sea- ducks, sea- wolves, sea- rovers, and sea- men?
33681	How should I pay for one poor graven steeple Whereon you shattered what you shall not know?
33681	How should I pay you, miserable people, How should I pay you everything you owe?
33681	If he would bargain for thy friend, What would he trade for Liberty?
33681	Must I for more than carnage call you claimant, Paying you a penny for each son you slay?
33681	Say, thou, who hast watched through ages that are lengthless, Whom have I feared, and when did I forget?
33681	Though I forgave, would any man forget?
33681	Unhappy, can I give you back your honour?
33681	What is the price of that dead man they brought me?
33681	What is the price of that red spark that caught me From a kind farm that never had a name?
33681	What sons of mine have shunned thy whorls and races?
52559	```` Did she?
52559	```` What are the men about?
52559	```` What do his heart- strings drone all day?
52559	```` What do they throb all night?
52559	```` What does he sit and write?
52559	```` What were his chances of coming````` through?
52559	```` Which of his friends remain?
52559	```` Would_ they_ choose to have````` lived and lost?
52559	````"My Sergeant''s plan, Sir"--````"And that''s not bad--```` But you''ve lost that ribbon````` you wear?"
52559	````"What''s wrong with that mir-````` ror?"''
52559	|AND Ermyntrude, did she````` lose her all```` Or find it, two years ago?
52559	|IS it a part of the dream of````` dread?
52559	|WHAT, indeed, does the```` Ensign say?
37154	Do you hear the call of our Mother From over the sea, from over the sea?
37154	Do you hear the call of our Mother From over the sea, from over the sea?
37154	GOD''S NEW YEAR''S GIFT What shall the coming year bring forth, O Lord, who rulest the land?
37154	Have they asked from Thee a sign?
37154	Is it"Bobs"of Kandahar the Empire''s armies led?
37154	Is this your culture, sons of Kant, And ye who kneel''round Goethe''s throne?
37154	The battalions in the field go forth; They arm in mighty line; Do they kneel to know Thy holy will?
37154	To carry in your knapsacks death?
37154	To feel for man nor ruth nor moan?
37154	What''vail your cities, walls and towers If half your progress be a lie?
37154	What''vails it now your mighty guns If God be mightier in the sky?
37154	Who is he that cometh to join our mighty dead?
37154	You have sought more spacious realm In the free and genial sun: Has your sceptre widened any With the salvo of each gun?
37154	_ For Sir Wilfrid Laurier._ THE BUGLE CALL Do you hear the call of our Mother, From over the sea, from over the sea?
9388	Am I a starving beggar girl? 9388 Now come,"she said to the captains ten, Who were ready to put to sea,"Ye are all my men and my father''s men, And what will ye do for me?"
9388	A SCRAP OF PAPER"Will you go to war just for a scrap of paper?"
9388	And shall they ring to- night, Malines?
9388	But dost_ thou_ prosper?
9388	Do you hear the storm of cheers Mingled with the women''s tears And the tramp, tramp, tramp of marching feet?
9388	Do you hear the throbbing drum As the hosts of battle come Keeping time, time, time to its beat?
9388	In this fair land of freedom and romance?
9388	Is it the end of all?
9388	MARE LIBERUM I You dare to say with perjured lips,"We fight to make the ocean free"?
9388	O dearest country, is it well with thee Indeed, and is thy soul in health?
9388	Shall I ever lack for bread?"
9388	To signal war''s alarms, Hark, a sudden trumpet calling Over the hill Why are you calling, trumpet, calling?
9388	What is your will?
9388	What tunes are these that gently fall Around you like a benison?
9388	Will the land crumble and fall?
34966	For what man Would come among you sober?
34966	Fragile, tremulous Haunters of the deep glades, Whose fingers part the leaves Of beech and aspen ere ye slip thro'', Shall I see ye again?
34966	Hath not thy child, Persephone, tall men, Yea, even all the children of the earth, Bringing her tribute?
34966	How may love snare thy soul, or know the ways thereof?
34966	How may mine eyes behold my naked soul No more arrayed in wings of my desire?
34966	How shall I come again into my peace, So heavy is the darkness on eyes and feet?
34966	How shall I forget?
34966	Knowing no longer that earth Lieth in the dews, shining and sacred?
34966	Let us laugh and understand each other, For how could I blame you, my friends, When ye are so generous With the fruit of your thefts?
34966	Love, who begat us, shall Love slay us utterly?
34966	REACTION What make you here, Aphrodite, Lady of the Golden Cymbals, Would you dance to awaken earth again As of old on Ida?
34966	Sit''st thou thus wisely silent, With subtile and inviolate eyes, Knowing us but the shadow of thy substance, As transitory as the leaves?
34966	THE FAUN Kore, O Kore, where art thou fled, Now that the spring blows white in the land?
34966	What gifts have we to bring the Lord?
34966	What have ye, O wise ones?
34966	What maketh Mary''s face so pale?
34966	Who shall forget thee having seen thy face?
34966	Who shall hoard up life As it were but a heap of golden discs?
34966	Ye go forth into the furrows, but who shall come to the reaping?
34966	Ye, being mockers, said: What profiteth him his singing?
34966	Yet what song shall snare the feet Of white dawn upon the wheat?
34966	but thou wert too fair To seek among the dim realms of the dead Love: and what hands will tremble in thine hair Or lips faint on thy lips?
16904	''Ello, soldier, howja do?
16904	How are you doing? 16904 Soldier, soldier, how''re you?"
16904	And when the scrap is past and done, Where''s Trigger Ribb?
16904	Billy Khaki, is''t the splendor of the song the kiddies sing, Or the whipping of the flags aloft that sets your heart a- swing?
16904	Dames ez smilin''ez a mother, Ev''ry man ver fav''rit brother:"''Ello, Jumbo, how is it?"
16904	Good''n''fit?"
16904	Great it is, the''earty greetin''s, Friendly digs,''n''cheerful meetin''s"''Ello, Jumbo, howja do?"
16904	He flung away-- how should he know My foolish heart was dancin''so?
16904	How should he know that at his word My soul was trillin''like a bird?
16904	Is''t the cheering like a paean of the toss- ing, teeming crowds, Or the boom of distant cannon flatly bumping on the clouds?
16904	Long, cold lagers from the wood, Ev''ry cobber jumpin''at you, Strangers duckin''in to bat you-"Good ole Jumbo, how''re you?"
16904	Say,''oo has a better right to?
16904	Says Tom:"Who rides the mail track now?
16904	We got no beer, the soup was bad- Now oo will stand the soldier lad The swag of honest liquor that for years he has n''t''ad?"
16904	Well, where''s the single- handed brace Will take us on?
16904	What is calling, Billy Khaki, that you''re foot- ing it so free?
16904	What is calling, Billy Khaki?
16904	What''s calling, calling, Billy?
16904	Where is war''s pomp and circumstance, The gauds in which we prank it?
16904	Where''s yer bloomin''sense iv duty?
16904	Where''s yer''orse sense, little feller?
16904	Who herdin''Stringer''s cattle?"
16904	You furnished heroes for the fray, Your sterling merit''s widely blown To all men''s satisfaction say, Now have you proved it to your own?
16904	what is the matter?"
353	How shall I bear my light across?
353	Not John McCrae?
353	Pharpar and Abana?
353	Dear Jack, Did you ever eat blackberries?
353	Despairing, he cried,"After all these years Is there naught but hatred and strife and tears?"
353	Did you ever have a sore hock?
353	Do you wonder that the road got on our nerves?
353	High heaven is higher than cathedral nave: Do men paint chancels fairer than the sky?"
353	How are Sergt.-Major Jack and Corporal David?
353	How did you make it?
353	How is the 15th Street Brigade getting on?
353	How should they know the vigils that I keep, The tears I shed?
353	How would you like it if twenty or thirty soldiers came along and lived in your house and put their horses in the shed or the stable?
353	Is n''t it pitiful?
353	It is rather funny for a soldier- horse, is it not?
353	Recompense I saw two sowers in Life''s field at morn, To whom came one in angel guise and said,"Is it for labour that a man is born?
353	Should n''t I know?
353	They are, he went on to expound, a recurrence of the ancient question:"How are the dead raised, and with what body do they come?"
353	What harm can ye wreak more on me or on mine?
353	What have you to do with medicine?
353	Where would ye have me lie?
38071	Can it be the War- Lord blundered when he urged the enterprise?
38071	Can you recall the fateful day-- a day of drifting skies, When you started on the famous Calais onset?
38071	Great Guide, I ask you still,"Wherefore I?"
38071	Have we not read Thy ways aright?
38071	How could your cheeks be wet?
38071	How is it now with England?
38071	How long, O Lord?"
38071	How was it then with England?
38071	How was it then with England?
38071	How was it then with England?
38071	I could speak for a week, But how could you understand?
38071	Or was it in November?
38071	Such feelin''s do n''t come to you; But how can me or my mates forget How the Guards came through?
38071	VICTRIX How was it then with England?
38071	Was it in October last?
38071	What do the soldiers say?
38071	What does the enemy say?
38071	What does the officer say?
38071	What does the public say?
38071	Where are our laddies who died out there, From Poelcapelle to Festubert, When the days grew short and the poplars bare In the cold November blast?
38071	shall I ever forget?
59800	''Afraid to fight; was murder more disgrace?
59800	''Christ, ai n''t it lively, Sergeant?
59800	''_ Who''s that?
59800	( Poor blundering files, Sweating and blindly burdened; who''s to know If death will catch them in those two dark miles?)
59800	******* And you?
59800	Above the years You soar... Is death so bad?
59800	And you, my friend, will query--''Why ca n''t you cut it short, you pompous blighter?''
59800	Do you ever stop and ask,''Is it all going to happen again?''
59800	How did you do them in?
59800	I could sing But for a moment,--but for beauty''s sake._''Who passes?
59800	II In a strange house I woke; heard overhead Hastily- thudding feet and a muffled scream...( Is death like that?)
59800	Is''t a battle?_''More rain: the lightning blinks, and thunder rumbles.
59800	Once I came home on leave: and then went west... What greater glory could a man desire?
59800	Some Lydian coin?
59800	THE DUG- OUT Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled, And one arm bent across your sullen, cold, Exhausted face?
59800	Well, what''s the news to- night about the Strike?
59800	What''s all this mob at the cross- roads?
59800	Where are the guides?...
59800	Who speaks?
59800	You saw me Fix that saloon?
59800	_ But the past is just the same-- and War''s a bloody game... Have you forgotten yet?
59800	_ Have you forgotten yet?
8433	Who''ll buy? 8433 ***** Is life like that? 8433 And you? 8433 Are the dogs expecting us At the gate? 8433 Are the dragons awake? 8433 Are the dragons sleepers? 8433 At any rate I missed you, and you went, The last day''s absolutely final bird, Scathless, and left me very ill content; And someone( was it I?) 8433 But where was the dragon, the scale- clad dragon, the dragon that Dickon saw, The genuine dragon, The pitiless dragon, The dragon that knew no law? 8433 But who are these In the shade of the trees That creep so slow In a stealthy row? 8433 Ca n''t you see him? 8433 I''m old and broken, I''m lame and tired, But I''ve come to the friends my soul desired.__ So it''s watches and lockets, and who will buy?
8433	Or did my silly loader put me off With aimless chatter in regard to golf?
8433	Take a look at his eyes; I put it to you, Were ever two eyes more truly blue?
8433	Two, who usually prize us, Will they jump and make a fuss?
8433	Whence had he come there?
8433	Who hunts the dragon?"
8433	Who''ll buy?"
8433	Will they meet and scatter these crafty creepers?
8433	Will they really recognise us Where they wait?
8433	Would you not treat them gently if you knew Pansies are little bits of children too?
8930	Hello, you know Siegfried Sassoon then, do you? 8930 Impressions?
8930	Magic? 8930 What''opes?"
8930	What? 8930 When are you going out to them again?
8930	Why are you here with all your watches ended? 8930 _ Who put that silly gag in some one''s head?
8930	Are they not still your brothers through our blood?"
8930	But here what can he do?
8930	Can he then see nothing else in war?
8930	DOES IT MATTER?
8930	Did not the fact of war arch him in like a dirty blood- red sky?
8930	Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?
8930	Does it matter?--losing your leg?
8930	Does it matter?--losing your sight?
8930	Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it?
8930	How many lives had he not seen spilled apparently to no purpose?
8930	Now light your pipe; look, what a steady hand, Draw a deep breath; stop thinking, count fifteen, And you''re as right as rain... Why wo n''t it rain?
8930	Some one killed?"
8930	Stretcher- bearers wanted?
8930	TO ANY DEAD OFFICER Well, how are things in Heaven?
8930	Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night?
8930	Very rarely does he attain to the poignant simplicity of''The Hawthorn Tree''or the detached irony of''Does it Matter?''
8930	What means this metal in windy belfries hung When guns are all our need?
8930	What''s magic got to do with you?
8930	Which will you read?
8930	Who''ll buy my nice fresh corpses, two a penny?
8930	when_ will_ it stop?
52561	And the one with the ribbon who''s home on leave?
52561	But who are the ones they can help or harm?
52561	He can not see out of either,"Who are the ones that we can not see, Though we feel them as near as near? 52561 My Sergeant''s plan, Sir"--"And that''s not bad-- But you''ve lost that ribbon you wear?"
52561	What''s wrong with that mir- ror?''
52561	Who is the one with the heavy stick, Who seems to walk from the shoulder?
52561	_ That_ the big thing we''re doin''?
52561	AND Ermyntrude, did she lose her all Or find it, two years ago?
52561	Cricket?
52561	Did she?
52561	Did we play footer in funny long flannels?
52561	HE picks her up in a tender storm-- But how does it come to pass That he can not see his reflected form With hers in the studio glass?
52561	Had we no Corps to give zest to our drill?
52561	Half of your best buildings were quarry- stone still?
52561	IS it a part of the dream of dread?
52561	Like a noisy clock, or a steamer''s screw, Their beat debauched the ear, And left it dead to a deafening few That burst who cared how near?
52561	Never a Gym lined throughout with pine panels?
52561	Said he to an American( with other words of his):"It''s a big thing you are doing-- do you know how big it is?"
52561	THE OLD BOYS( 1917)"Who is the one with the empty sleeve?"
52561	There was n''t his match when he went away; But since he got back, there has not been a day But what he has earned a V. C A CYNICAL story?
52561	WHAT, indeed, does the Ensign say?
52561	What are the men about?
52561	What do his heart- strings drone all day?
52561	What do they throb all night?
52561	What does he sit and write?
52561	What were his chances of coming through?
52561	Which of his friends remain?
52561	While others carry on, The little wooden crosses spell but the dead and gone?
52561	Who gave him that name?
52561	Who is the one that''s so full of fun-- I never beheld a blither-- Yet his eyes are fixt as the furrow betwixt?"
52561	Who says their war is over?
52561	Would_ they_ choose to have lived and lost?
1034	--O what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth''s sleep at all?
1034	And who''s that talking, somewhere out of sight?
1034	Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing- bells for these who die as cattle?
1034	Are limbs so dear- achieved, are sides Full- nerved,--still warm,--too hard to stir?
1034	D''you think the Boche will ever stew man- soup?
1034	He''ll change the sheets When I''m lugged out, oh, could n''t I do that?
1034	Is it that we are dying?
1034	Is one too good to spare, too long?
1034	Is one too hard to spare?
1034	Malingering?
1034	Mental Cases Who are these?
1034	Must I be his load?
1034	Must I be his load?
1034	Not sniped?
1034	Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
1034	Or fill these void veins full again with youth And wash with an immortal water age?
1034	Shall they return to beatings of great bells In wild trainloads?
1034	Stroke on stroke of pain,--but what slow panic, Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
1034	Surely we have perished Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
1034	Tell me how long I''ve got?
1034	Too long?
1034	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?
1034	Was it for this the clay grew tall?
1034	What are we doing here?
1034	What candles may be held to speed them all?
1034	What''s inside that jug?
1034	Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish, Baring teeth that leer like skulls''tongues wicked?
1034	Why are they laughing?
1034	Why do n''t they come And put him into bed?
1034	Why do n''t they come?
1034	Why sit they here in twilight?
1034	Your fifty years ahead seem none too many?
34269	And please now, Mr. Warnock, Just tell us if you will What you''d do with this problem If you were Sergeant Hill?
34269	Mr. Whitney, wo n''t you tell us Of patrols both front and rear? 34269 THE SIMULATING OF THE GREEN"(_ Air:"Wearing of the Green"_) Oh, Major dear, and did you hear the news that''s going round?
34269	Will someone please perform right face? 34269 24 C. L. Yates, Co. 1, 1st P. T. R. A TEST OF DISCIPLINE27 C. L. Yates, Co. 1, 1st P. T. R. WHAT''S YOUR NAME?"
34269	And when it said:"What do you do?"
34269	Are ye men?
34269	As for the Third, he spoke no word But hastened on his way, Until at last a whisper passed:"How did_ you_ die today?"
34269	But is it_ my_ fault?
34269	But what else could I do?
34269	Camaraderie beside the lake... fellow for fellow, What does it matter?
34269	D''you suppose he gives a tinker''s damn If when you''re lying prone, The pack comes up behind your ears And whacks you on the dome?
34269	Did your stomach turn over and stand up on end, When you dropped the damn thing on your toes?
34269	Do n''t you feel, enchanting sprite, My pep?
34269	FORWARD"?"
34269	INOCULATION DAY My blood the surgeons fortify With antiseptic serum; The dread bacilli I defy, What cause have I to fear''em?
34269	Lady, in your stockings white, Do n''t you note my altered step?
34269	Lemonade and other things, Taken on march, Have been known to cause Soldiers to die, and pie?
34269	My throat and mouth are full of paste There''s nothing in my hat; My belt is winding round my waist But where''s my stomach at?
34269	O. R. C., Co. 4, 1st P. T. R. THE CALL 73 Allen Bean MacMurphy, Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. BEANS 74 Charles H. Ramsey, Co. 8, 1st P. T. R. FORWARD"?"
34269	Often, when''neath their eyes we pass, I hear some maiden sigh divinely, And murmur to another lass,"Dear, is n''t_ Jackie_ marching finely?"
34269	So they sent us up to Plattsburg, do n''t you see?
34269	THE MANUAL Did you ever run into the butt of your gun, Or dig the front sight with your nose?
34269	Tell me, where did I make that break?
34269	Then I think of the millions Who have none for whom to be lonely, French, English, German, Russ.... What does it matter the language?
34269	Think, and you know not what he meant to say-- He knows not neither, so-- ah, what''s the use?
34269	Though upon my manly back There reposes half a ton, Why repine against a pack Or gun?
34269	When coming to Port did the rifle fall short, And the swivel ram into your fist?
34269	When the rest did present did you so intent Find a count that the others had missed?
34269	[ Illustration: MESS?
34269	[ Illustration: WHAT''S YOUR NAME?]
617	And the barbed wire, was n''t it cut down by the bombardment?
617	And where have you been all the time, and what have you been doing?
617	Why did you enlist?
617	Alas, what temper is conceived so ill But, Pity moving not, Love''s soft enthralment will?
617	And am-I- then Upon a bed of roses?"
617	And now?
617	And would his lot have been the less enviable?
617	Can Art acclaim No hero now, no man with whom men side As with their hearts''high needs personified?
617	Did not the benefits and blessings they had received point them a duty that heart and conscience could not deny?
617	Did you find the season too cold and damp To change the counter for the camp?
617	Do you suppose the herdsman sometimes hears Vague echoes borne beneath the moon''s pale ray From those old, old, far- off, forgotten years?
617	England, which side is thine?
617	Has Nature marred his mould?
617	How could they endure it?
617	IV What is Success?
617	Is n''t it pretty?
617	So far back indeed as May, 1912, he had written to his mother from Paris:"Is it not fine the way the Balkan States are triumphing?
617	Sonnet XVI Who shall invoke her, who shall be her priest, With single rites the common debt to pay?
617	Were you frightened by fevers in Mexico?
617	What is so fair as lovers in their joy That dies in sleep, their sleep that wakes in joy?
617	What is that exquisite stanza in''Maud''about''in the evening through the lilacs( or laurels) of the old manorial home''?
617	What is the stimulus in their slogans of"Gott mit uns"and"Fuer Koenig und Vaterland"beside that of men really fighting in defense of their country?
617	Where have ye hidden it-- the chested gold?
617	Who knows?
617	Why did he take this step?
617	Will you turn your back on him once again?
617	for me?
10122	Once the Galatians built a fane To Sense: what duller God than that?
10122	Tell us, now, how and when We may find the bravest men?
10122	AN OLD TWENTY- THIRD MAN"Is that the Three- and- Twentieth, Strabo mine, Marching below, and we still gulping wine?"
10122	And since we lads are proud and true, What else remains to do?
10122	Gardener, cursing at the weed, Ere you curse it further, say: Who but you planted the seed In my fertile heart, one day?
10122	He stooped, he touched the beggar man''s shoulder; He asked him did the frost nip colder?
10122	I WONDER WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE DROWNED?
10122	Is that the Legion, Gracchus?
10122	JOHN SKELTON What could be dafter Than John Skelton''s laughter?
10122	Jonah is vexed; He cries,"What next?
10122	Loud wept the desolate God, Scorn on scorn heaping,"Faun, what is he, Faun, what is he?"
10122	Nurse says the Moon can drive you mad?
10122	Pity?
10122	SORLEY''S WEATHER When outside the icy rain Comes leaping helter- skelter, Shall I tie my restive brain Snugly under shelter?
10122	STRONG BEER"What do you think The bravest drink Under the sky?"
10122	Shall I drink with Shelley?
10122	Shall I glutton here with Keats?
10122	Shall I make a gentle song Here in my firelit study, When outside the winds blow strong And the lanes are muddy?
10122	So where to rank old Skelton?
10122	Some say worms win resurrection, With white wings beating flitter- flutter, But wings or a sound sleep, why should I care?
10122	TWO FUSILIERS And have we done with War at last?
10122	Though she be angry, though she would Destroy all England if she could, Yet think, what damage can she do Hanging there so far from you?
10122	Well?
10122	What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry?
10122	Where are they now?
10122	Who''s that Saint by the lake?
10122	Why do you churn smooth waters rough again, Selfish old skin- and- bone?
10122	Why in this cold and rime, Where even to dream is pain?
10122	Why should I keep him time?
10122	With old wine and drowsy meats Am I to fill my belly?
10122	_ A fresh wind fills the evening air With horrid crying of night birds...._ But what reads new or curious there When cold winds fly across the air?
10122	and''Prestopuff''?
10122	what next?"
13886	What masquerade is this?
13886	Where is the Army goin''to?
13886	Where is the Trooper goin''to?
13886	Where is the''Doughboy''goin''to?
13886	Where is the''Gunner''goin''to?
13886	Why do n''t you do it? 13886 8:45 A. M.--GUARD MOUNT Guard Mount, my name was n''t booked; How is it I was overlooked? 13886 And afar When the day Goeth day, Must thou go Cometh night; And the night And a star Day is done Leadeth all, Leave me so? 13886 But why should you be predestined By the scent of an innocent oil? 13886 DANNY DEEVER BALLADWhere''re all the soldiers goin''to?"
13886	Death, will it lose, or Life, will it win, Who''ll be the"winner"at the great"Cash- in"?
13886	Do they heed us a- dying in garrison life?
13886	For it''s pay- day, pay- day, pay- day; Ca n''t you hear the bugles call?
13886	I try to do all they require me, but, God, who can do all that?
13886	IS HE A SOREHEAD?
13886	If tears?
13886	Millions of mothers so anxious at home, Who will wear crepe for loved ones, alone?
13886	Millions of sweethearts who''ll weep o''er the"lists,"Which lovers the lips ne''er more to be kissed?
13886	Our fathers used to think that way, But we are wiser(?)
13886	QUEEN OF MAY If you wake, why, call me early-- call me early, wo n''t you, bunk?
13886	So what''s the odds to you and me?
13886	THE SLACKER Why do n''t he volunteer to serve In Uncle Sammy''s grand reserve?
13886	Ten million shrapnel shrieking o''er head, Which Conscript to reckon among their dead?
13886	The Chief of Staff sits up above and wonders"wot fell?"
13886	Thousands of wounds, a- gaping and wide, Who will recover, and who will have died?
13886	We''ll get what''s coming, do n''t you see?
13886	What were the"odds"that Fate would select Me for a Conscript-- another reject?
13886	While these things sting, What''s that to us?
13886	With a leggin- string you''re fussin''When the band begins to play, And you listen, and stop cussin'',-- What is that the bugles say?
13886	Ye''ve eyes like a bat, can ye see in the dark?
13886	You may, For aught you know, or others say, Be entertaining, unawares, An angel; and, if not, who cares?
13886	asked Files- on- Parade,"And what is he a- goin''to do?"
13886	asked Files- on- Parade,"And what is he a- goin''to do?"
13886	asked Files- on- Parade,"And what is he a- goin''to do?"
13886	asked Files- on- Parade,"What are they all a- goin''to do?"
13886	said Files- on- Parade,"And what is it a''goin''to do?"
14757	Impressions? 14757 What''opes?"
14757	What? 14757 When are you going out to them again?
14757	Why are you here with all your watches ended? 14757 _ How peaceful are the dead._"Who put that silly gag in some one''s head?
14757	_ What''s all this mob, by the cross- road?_( The guides)...."_ Lead on with Number One_"( And off they go.)
14757	_ Who''s that? 14757 ***** And you? 14757 And, while he blunders,Could anything be worse than this?"
14757	Are n''t they glorious men?...
14757	Are they not still your brothers through our blood?"
14757	Christ, ai n''t it lively, Sergeant?
14757	DOES IT MATTER?
14757	Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?...
14757	Do you ever stop and ask,"Is it all going to happen again?"
14757	Does it matter?--losing your legs?...
14757	Does it matter?--losing your sight?...
14757	Draw a deep breath; stop thinking; count fifteen, And you''re as right as rain.... Why wo n''t it rain?...
14757	Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it?...
14757	He''s young; he hated war; how should he die When cruel old campaigners win safe through?
14757	How did you do them in?
14757	Is''t a battle?_"More rain: the lightning blinks, and thunder rumbles.
14757	Of things like these I love to think When I can never be alone: Then some one says,"Another drink?"
14757	Some one killed?"
14757	Stretcher- bearers wanted?
14757	TO ANY DEAD OFFICER Well, how are things in Heaven?
14757	Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night?
14757	Then a Girl- Guide looked in to say,"Will Captain Croesus come this way?"
14757	What greater glory could a man desire?
14757	What means this metal in windy belfries hung When guns are all our need?
14757	Which will you read?
14757	_ But the past is just the same,--and War''s a bloody game,... Have you forgotten yet?...
14757	_ Have you forgotten yet?...
14757	when_ will_ it stop?
45199	Impressions? 45199 What''opes?"
45199	What? 45199 When are you going out to them again?
45199	Why are you here with all your watches ended? 45199 _ Fritz is there!__ Christ, ai n''t it lively, Sergeant?
45199	_ What''s all this mob, by the cross- road?_( The guides)..."_ Lead on with Number One_."
45199	_ Who''s that? 45199 ***** And you? 45199 ... Poor blundering files, Sweating and blindly burdened; who''s to know If death will catch them in those two dark miles? 45199 And tell Him that our Politicians swear They wo n''t give in till Prussian Rule''s been trod Under the Heel of England.... Are you there?... 45199 And, while he blunders,Could anything be worse than this?"
45199	Are n''t they glorious men?...
45199	Are they not still your brothers through our blood?"
45199	DOES IT MATTER?
45199	Do they matter?--those dreams from the pit?...
45199	Do you ever stop and ask,"Is it all going to happen again?"
45199	Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz,-- The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
45199	Does it matter?--losing your legs?...
45199	Does it matter?--losing your sight?...
45199	Draw a deep breath; stop thinking; count fifteen, And you''re as right as rain.... Why wo n''t it rain?...
45199	Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it?...
45199	He''s young; he hated war; how should he die When cruel old campaigners win safe through?
45199	How did you do them in?
45199	Is''t a battle?_"More rain: the lightning blinks, and thunder rumbles.
45199	Of things like these I love to think When I can never be alone: Then some one says,"Another drink?"
45199	Some one killed?"
45199	Stretcher- bearers wanted?
45199	TO ANY DEAD OFFICER Well, how are things in Heaven?
45199	Tell me, have you found everlasting day, Or been sucked in by everlasting night?
45199	Then a Girl- Guide looked in to say,"Will Captain Croesus come this way?"
45199	What greater glory could a man desire?
45199	What means this metal in windy belfries hung When guns are all our need?
45199	Which will you read?
45199	Who put that silly gag in some one''s head?
45199	_ Have you forgotten yet?_..._ Look up, and swear by the green of the Spring that you''ll never forget_.
45199	when_ will_ it stop?
60371	Master thou whose cause I cherish, Master thou who reign''st in hell, Am I worthy of thy kinship? 60371 ''Tis a sad lass I am with loving you only, Will you never come back to your Irish colleen? 60371 And is it glad or is it sad, that missive''s written page, Postmarked from France where men advance and frightful battles rage? 60371 And why are all the people stirred and what is it they say? 60371 Brave little buffeted ship, Battered and blown in life''s gale, Where is your port in the storm? 60371 CUPID''S ARROW Say, have you met her? 60371 Canst thou remember Byron and refrain? 60371 Cried aloud in gleeful frenzy,Who would wish to be divine, When as fiend he reigns the master of unnumbered slaves of wine?"
60371	Did she but smile to betray?
60371	Dost thou oft weep with troubled heart and brain, Between each letter''s ever- length''ning wait?
60371	Hast Thou no rod this crowned Ghoul to flay?
60371	Hast thou forgotten one of Saxon strain?
60371	Have we not seen His fiery messengers, Hard riding on some planet- rounding course Across the ranges of infinity?
60371	Have you seen it kiss the foreheads of the mourners as they weep?
60371	Have you seen the falling raindrops, like a blessing glad and sweet, On the rock and on the meadow, on the thistle and the wheat?
60371	Have you seen the sunlight gleaming on a summer day in June, Spreading broadcast texts of glory, while the birds hozannas tune?
60371	Have you watched it bathe the outcast as he lays forlorn asleep?
60371	Hear me, O Father; Jesus, hear me pray, Shall there be reckoning, shall Prussia pay?
60371	How shall we dream of better things amid these saddened days?
60371	How shall we greet Thy Son?
60371	In thy cause have I done well?
60371	It''s twenty years since the''Ouse of Peers''as seen''i m, and is it right That the people''s will''is kind can kill, and do it all in a night?
60371	Lad of my Heart-- do you hear my love calling?
60371	Lad of my love-- do you see my tears falling?
60371	O soul of mine, yearn not, hope on, nor fear; What though the frail- ribbed skiff wherein thou float''st Sink in the depths unfathomed?
60371	O thou April maiden, weaving Spells alluring and deceiving, Wilt thou some day me be leaving?
60371	Oh, postman on your daily round, what message do you bring From them who fight in foreign lands for country and for king?
60371	One passed you last night at dusk, One whom the world brands with shame; Say, was it then all her fault?
60371	Saw he the vast armies of the west engage In strife stupendous, in those days agone, When by the Nile he conquered at Khartoum?
60371	Saw he unmoved the vision of his doom?
60371	Shall Belgium''s sons, shall this beloved soil, Whose very mould is martial, be made spoil?
60371	Sometimes in dreams do you see Visions of dainties high piled?
60371	To what refuge do you sail?
60371	What of the future and mankind while Christian, Christian slays?
60371	What portents shaped the wild sirocco''s rage Where Memnon tunes across the plain at dawn?
60371	Where chooseth Greece, while moves the dark intrigue, Where Progress beckons or where despots league?
60371	Where do you live--''neath the street, Or attic above the stair?
60371	Wherefore the ravage of my little ones?
60371	Who dare cry peace where all is strife; Who bid the conflict cease?
60371	Who dares to kneel beside the crib which thrones the Prince of Peace?
60371	Who shall for these atone?
60371	Who thrilled the world?
60371	Why hopest thou then by one life''s little span To grasp the mystery of a million suns?
60371	Why should I weep in springtime with the long, white winter past?
60371	it is the Christmas time, the feast of Him divine; How shall we stand with stained hands, and worship at His shrine?
41944	An''did you cross in a comfy way, Or did you have to run? 41944 Do you cross the sea to- night with me?"
41944	Doth he repent that we alone Are here to hold the way, That he must reap what he hath sown-- That only valour may atone The fault of yesterday? 41944 What is that, sir?
41944	You''re the man to save us now, We look to you to win; Wot''d yer like? 41944 A rise o''pay? 41944 An''is the patch on your hull we see the mark of a bump in''Ninety- three, Or the work of a German gun?
41944	And it seems so unavailing They should write and tell us so-- If the Hun is shortly sailing, Could n''t_ some one_ let him know?
41944	And they take their affidavy That a fight is due at sea:_ Dammit-- tell the German Navy_, What''s the use of telling me?
41944	And those who went away from us and passed from war to peace-- Are they looking still for Fairyland the wide world round?
41944	Are the prices high and taxes stiff, is the prospect sad and dark?
41944	Did you kill him?
41944	Do you feel your troubles around you rise in an endless dreary wall?
41944	Has the Nelson spirit in the Fleet begun to cool?"
41944	Have you seen your capital dwindle down as low as the German mark?
41944	Is it nothing to you that pass us by-- hurrying on your way, Whispering low of peace and rest to the tune of a German song?
41944	Is it only in the sunset we may find the Golden Fleece?
41944	Is it only to the Westward that the Fairyland is found?
41944	My Lords in solemn conclave drew Behind a bolted door, Threshing it out in full debate--"Is it a case for an Acting Rate?
41944	Or use of Martial Law?"
41944	Peace and Rest?
41944	Roaring water or sheets of flame?
41944	The Admiral landed Cabré- wise And high the fountains burst--( What is the meaning of Cabré- wise?
41944	The end with none to view?
41944	The rest you seek?
41944	Too proud to fight?
41944	WHO CARES?
41944	WHO CARES?
41944	Was it sudden or slow-- the death that came?
41944	We are fighting for the Right and the Honour of the Race With the Bulldog Grip they know; Who''s the silly novice there putting on the pace?
41944	What about another rise?
41944	What is it to us if the world is mad?
41944	What need of that?
41944	What''s the good of hurrying?
41944	Who''s the brute that hurt you so?
41944	Whom do you call your Overlord that dares me in my home?"
41944	With a minor matter for the end--"What shall the Council do About this fellow Mackensen?
41944	_ Not_ a bit of private trade?
41944	_ Not_ as cargo?
41944	but how I hate him-- a liar and a fool,--"Where is the British Navy-- is it staying in the harbours?
41944	down below there-- d''you know it''s going to blow there, All across the cold North Sea?"
41944	for you?
41944	you fight for a Christian land, And all Eternity waits for you-- what need of rest till then?
16632	Is n''t supper so important that you''ll quit your round of play? 16632 What does his father think and say?"
16632	A Father''s Prayer I sometimes wonder when I read the sorrow in his face If I shall wear that look of care when time has marched apace?
16632	And I wondered all that evening, as he slumbered in his bed If we''d risen to the meaning of the work that lies ahead?
16632	And this is the thing we shall ask of him: to give us the reason why Our boys must fall on his battlefields, but never his boys must die?"
16632	And who will do the heavy work the little garden needs?
16632	And who will tell the lad of mine the things he wants to know, And take his hand and lead him round the paths we used to go?
16632	Are his eyes no longer clear?
16632	Are our comforts and our riches in our minds still uppermost?
16632	Are we roused to the importance of the danger in our way?
16632	Are we thinking still of pleasures as we thought but yesterday?
16632	Boring a mountain or bridging a stream, Steel work and real work?
16632	Do n''t you want to eat the shortcake mother made for you to- day?"
16632	Has he lost his old- time cheer?
16632	Has your love so careless grown By the long neglect you''ve shown That you never raise your eye To the symbol that you fly?"
16632	Have you kept him, gentle mother?
16632	Have you noticed that your flag, Is to- day a wind- blown rag?
16632	I said,"A hoard of gold and a few dear friends?
16632	If all our finest deeds are done, And all our splendor''s in the past; If there''s no battle to be won, What matter if to- day''s our last?
16632	Is he growing weak and flabby who but yesterday was strong?
16632	Is he silent, sad and sullen?
16632	Is life so sweet that we would live Though nothing back to life we give?
16632	Mechanic, banker, lawyer, too, Have you not heard the stirring drum?
16632	Must we wait, to see our danger, till the foe is on our coast?
16632	Oh, child of a year, do you wonder what here upon earth you shall find?
16632	Oh, who will tend the roses now and who will sow the seeds?
16632	The Glory of Age"What is the glory of age?"
16632	The New Year Come you with dangers to fright us?
16632	Time was, his boy was five years old; time was he smiled as I; I wonder what awaits for me when youth has journeyed by?
16632	To a Lady Knitting Little woman, hourly sitting, Something for a soldier knitting, What in fancy can you see?
16632	What greater news can mothers tell?
16632	What is it through the battle smoke the valiant soldier sees?
16632	What is it, fighting or building you''re needing?
16632	What though you can not bear a gun?
16632	When shall we sing as we used to do and dance in the old- time way?
16632	When the Drums Shall Cease to Beat When will the laughter ring again in the way that it used to do?
16632	When the world is dressed to cheer you Do n''t you feel Him standin''near you?
16632	When will happy hearts meet again in the lights of the Christmas tree?
16632	When will the holly gleam again and the Christmas candles burn?
16632	Why then keep sorrow and doubt in your eyes?
16632	Will you not give to her your finest toil?
16632	or hazards to try out our souls?
16632	shall our flag in dishonor be furled?
53621	Cuculain, is it so?
53621	What message now hath Hera?
53621	("Fairer than Usna''s youngest son, O, my poor one, what flower- bed holds you?
53621	AN OLD PAIN What old, old pain is this that bleeds anew?
53621	Ah, I know He will not come, yet if I go How shall I know he did not pass Barefooted in the flowery grass?
53621	And Caoilte, the thin man, raised up his head And took her kiss upon his throbbing brow, And where they went away what man has heard?
53621	And boots the world Aught for their wisdom?
53621	And friend, could I remain unstirred Without a word for such a sorrow?
53621	And shall the world now end and the heavens fall?
53621	And so our loves are lost, she sighed, And far and wide we seek new treasure, For who on Time or Timeless hills Can live the ills of loveless leisure?
53621	And together walk Thro''hills with dimples full of water where White angels rest, and all the dead years talk About the changes of the earth?
53621	And when I saw her large blue eyes, What was the pain that went thro''me?
53621	But for Beauty unmolested Have you still the sighing olden?
53621	But where are all the loves of long ago?
53621	But who dare cast One brief hour''s horoscope, whose tunéd ear Makes every sound the music of last year?
53621	Friend, have you heard a bird lament When sleet is sent for April weather?
53621	From whither brings she back an old delight?
53621	Grey days come soon And I am alone; Can you hear my moan Where you rest, Aroon?
53621	Have we not met, Lady fair?
53621	Have you sighed in wings untravelled For the heights where others view the Bluer widths of heaven, and marvelled At the utmost top of Beauty?
53621	How is the morn so gay and fair Without his whistling in its air?
53621	How shall I know he did not pass Barefooted in the shining grass?
53621	INAMORATA The bees were holding levees in the flowers, Do you remember how each puff of wind Made every wing a hum?
53621	LADY FAIR Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere?
53621	Long of memory is Regret, But what Regret has taken flight Through my memory''s silences?
53621	MUSIC ON WATER Where does Remembrance weep when we forget?
53621	Maeve answered his inquiring look and turned Once more unto her prayer, and yet once more"How do you see them now?"
53621	Oh, little twilight ship blown up the tide, Where are the faces laughing in the glow Of morning years, the lost ones scattered wide?
53621	Or will you never come, or have you died, And I in anguish have forgotten all?
53621	Or, wrecked upon the shores of home, What wave of foam with white enfolds you?
53621	Say, can the lark forget the cloud When poppies shroud the seeded furrow?
53621	Shall I meet Keats in some wild isle of balm, Dreaming beside a tarn where green and wide Boughs of sweet cinnamon protect the calm Of the dark water?
53621	THE COMING POET"Is it far to the town?"
53621	THE SORROW OF FINDEBAR"Why do you sorrow, child?
53621	Then Artemis spun round to me and said,"Whence come you?"
53621	To- morrow will be loud with war, How will I be accounted for?
53621	What are we but fairies too, Living but in dreams alone, Or, at the most, but children still, Innocent and overgrown?
53621	What do we want with Beauty?
53621	What matters hours or æons when''tis gone?
53621	What old and wandering dream forgotten long Hobbles back to my mind?
53621	What soft moons pull Their moving fragrance?
53621	Whose hopes are built up in the door of Past?
53621	Why did I think on Southern skies And ships upon the sea?
53621	Why do we weep that once we laughed?
53621	Will not the thunder hide me if I call, Wrapt in the corner of some distant star The gods have never known?
53621	With voice that mourned,"How do you see them now?"
53621	You, in the singing dusk, how could you wend The songless way Contentment fleetly wings?
53621	and yet Why are we sad that once our hearts were light?
53621	little yearning thing, you and I?
53621	what shall we do for a heart to prove, Who have known Beauty, and Spring, and Love?
53621	what shall we do for a song to sing, Who have known Beauty, and Love, and Spring?
592	Friend Chang,I said,"San Francisco sleeps as the dead-- Ended license, lust and play: Why do you iron the night away?
592	Pocahontas''body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in November or a pawpaw in May-- did she wonder? 592 What will you do to end war for good?
592	''The Craftsman'':"Has America a National Poetry?"
592	And do his bauble- bells beyond the clouds Ring out, and shake with mirth the planets bright?
592	And do you laugh, when Jim, from Huck apart Gropes through the rain and night with breaking heart?
592	And who is here to say us nay?
592	And why, until the dawning sun Are flames coming up from the ground?
592	But do you laugh when Jim bows down forlorn His babe, his deaf Elizabeth to mourn?
592	But who can dodge this genius of the stream, The Mississippi Valley''s laughing dream?
592	Can it go on in the absence of its initiators?
592	Deep in the ages, long, long ago, I was your sweetheart, there on the sand-- Storm- worn beach of the Chinese land?
592	Do you remember, ages after, At last the world we were born to own?
592	I had a silvery name, I had a silvery name, I had a silvery name-- do you remember The name you cried beside the tumbling sea?"
592	II What marching men of Buffalo Flood the streets in rash crusade?
592	In the breezes nod and wheeze?
592	Is it his deacon- beard, or old bald pate That makes the band upon his whims to wait?
592	O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in your slack disgrace?
592	One crow asked the other crow a riddle: The muttering crow Asked the stuttering crow,"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?
592	Second Section America Watching the War, August, 1914, to April, 1917 Where Is the Real Non- resistant?
592	Shall we be as weird as these?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WHAT DID YOU SEE IN PALESTINE?
592	WILL YOU BRING YOUR FINE PEACE TO THE NATIONS TODAY?"
592	Was it a palace or a barn?
592	What landlord, lawyer, voodoo- man has yet A better native right to make men sweat?
592	Where are those oddities and capers now That used to"set the table on a roar"?
592	Which of our freemen did she greet the first, Seeing him come against the fires accurst?
592	While the monster shadows glower and creep, What can be better for man than sleep?"
592	Who can surrender till death His words and his works, his house and his lands, His eyes and his heart and his breath?
592	Who can surrender to Christ?
592	Who can surrender to Christ?
592	Who shall end my dream''s confusion?
592	Why did they mumble, brood, and stare When the court- players curtsied fair And the Gonzago scene began?
592	Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?"
592	Why?
592	Will you die for the nations, making them whole?
592	Will you stand by the book- case, be nailed to the wood?"
592	You were the heir of the yellow throne-- The world was the field of the Chinese man And we were the pride of the Sons of Han?
592	does she remember-- in the dust-- in the cool tombs?"
19358	Have you a job to- day, sir, to give a working man? 19358 ''Tis His the broken heart to bind, To heal the serpent''s bite, The judge is He of all mankind, And shall He not do right? 19358 A hero''s heart, an honored name, Or coward''s part, and shirker''s shame? 19358 All mine troubles I hardly ca n''t bear, How is tings in de Faderland now? 19358 An open purse, our strength in full, Or painted horse and party pull? 19358 Are the men all fools? 19358 Britty soon vill dey lay down de gun, So I home mit Katrina can shtay? 19358 CHOOSE YE In times like these, each heart decrees A law unto itself; What shall it be for you and me, Self sacrifice or pelf? 19358 Den I say--Dat''s von very hard case; Can tree jacks beat four kings und some ace?
19358	Do you tink dat der Kaiser vill care?
19358	Dot is vy I so seldom do n''t wrote''Bout some tings dat vill happen to me Since dose shells, vot you call?
19358	HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?
19358	Has the world gone crazy?
19358	He answered:"Can you plow, sir, or build a load of hay?
19358	How much in Freedom''s name?
19358	I got kept in at school one day For lessons not half learned, And when dad asked,"Why this delay?"
19358	If he gifs you von cheap iron cross, Ven I lose mine own Fritz I ca n''t shpare, Vot vill dat do to make oop mine loss?
19358	Is our thinking hazy, Spite of all our schools?
19358	Little Tommy Tucker sang for his supper, What did he sing for?
19358	Neither king nor kaiser Down in Mexico, Are the people wiser?
19358	Our all is in the game: What shall we give that Truth may live?
19358	SAMMY April, 1918 Brave Sammy''s a fighter, who said he was slow, That Duffeldorf blighter was running his show?
19358	Shall farmers hold their wheat, While children suffer hunger, And workmen walk the street?
19358	Shall never feel the Prussian heel, Nor German kultur show?
19358	Shall we hoard up our dollars?
19358	Shall we our noble heritage, See crumbling down like clay, This goodly age, a blotted page, And neither fight nor pay?
19358	Shall we, with path made easy, While others fight and fall, In freedom''s hour of danger Neglect the Empire''s call?
19358	Soul unafraid, the prayer of faith, Or heart dismayed at thought of death?
19358	Ten thousand prayers in discord rise From church and cloister dim, When will we cease our feeble cries, And trust the world to Him?
19358	The awful strife, wounds and disease, Or sordid life of selfish ease?
19358	The noble deed, the unmarked grave, Or craven greed our lives to save?
19358	The trenches''mud, and trusted word, Or tainted blood, and rusted sword?
19358	Tino never whistles, Neither does he sing, Bed of thorns and thistles; Who would be a king?
19358	Vat you tink of dis plan, mine dear Fritz, In mine head dat already I get, Dat I take back again Von Tirpitz, Und Herr Teufel in partnership yet?
19358	Ven you tinks dis beeg var vill get done?
19358	Vot matter for de tings ve done?
19358	Vot pisness he mit horse and gun, Dot channel shtream to cross?
19358	Vot you tink, Fritz?
19358	Where duty leads, what matter creeds, Or what baptismal font, Jean?
19358	Where shall we stand that this fair land No Kaiser''s strafe shall know?
19358	Which shall we choose, to win or lose?
19358	Will the nations get records of glory, Of cowardice, courage or crime, When the sages record the true story, To ring down the decades of time?
19358	You never say a word, dad, about this awful fight; Where is your trusty sword, dad?
19358	vot is dat I say?
56037	Are they masters of your knowing?
56037	First floor? 56037 Is n''t there just one wee little baby to come to my face and kiss and buy?"
56037	So you would cease to be a man, And be a green tree, if you can, A pine, a beech, an oak?
56037	This is why your fingers straining Clutch the thing they shall not hold?
56037	Where are the men that marched into the dusk?
56037	Who art thou that would be a tree, Least of the weeds that shoot and pass? 56037 --Who would look at a bogey- woman whispering over an empty tray? 56037 A SOLDIER DYINGLad, why are your fingers twitching, What is the thing they strain to hold?
56037	And did you fly thro''boyland dells To catch the songs of youthful kings, And fly before the flight of Springs?
56037	And sow it in what field for goodliest reaping, From night to shield it and from sins to save?
56037	And whither does it go then, And whence does it come forth?
56037	Are there boys still dream a dream there, Are the boys''songs sung?
56037	Art thou faded, swift?
56037	Do the wings and clouds still hover Where my heart sang loud?
56037	FIRES OF CHANGE Think you that Athens and Jerusalem Rot in the places where they builded them?
56037	Fifth?"
56037	Gathering birds, gathering birds, How shall you lift your singing head?
56037	Gathering birds, gathering birds, How shall you sing?
56037	Gods of the great wars, Gas- wave and gun, Are ye not happy With the red work done?
56037	HAVING FINISHED"JUDE THE OBSCURE"Such purposeless and iron wings Obscure our mortal music quite?
56037	Have I not trodden then the ways which thou wouldst have me tread?
56037	Have you no eyes, soldier, Keen eyes like me?
56037	Have you no feet, soldier, No feet at all?
56037	How when the wind goes round your way, How can your trumpets play?
56037	I went up to an oak and said,"What shall I do that I might be A beech, an oak, or any tree, With branches leafing from my head?"
56037	If you carefully record your emotions, Lyric or Sonnet that haunts your head, Will you revive for me over in Flanders Love stone dead?
56037	Ilissus, Ilissus of the plain?
56037	Is n''t it seven years, little mother, since you''ve been dead?
56037	Is that the whole of you, White lad from England, Is that the soul of you, Dead in Gallipoli?
56037	Is the boy''s will broken That went straight along?
56037	Lilac, laburnum, gathering birds...?
56037	Lilac, lilac, laburnum, Shall not your blossom be fiery red?
56037	Lord, he knew not what he did"?
56037	MY MOTHER''S PORTRAIT Dost thou turn thine eyes away from me, thy stern and gentle eyes, From the error of my living days, O thou in Death most wise?
56037	Now Spring is nipped and hoar, Too callous flowers, why bloom ye more?
56037	O soldier, is it hard to lose The first Spring- whisper on the tree, Sun foaming round the love you choose, Whosoever she?
56037	O thou in Death most wise, With thy stern and gentle eyes, Then is thy sleep disturbed by doubt, thy coffin by surprise?
56037	Once more they come next day,"Where are the men you stole from us away?"
56037	Or shall you be gentler far Than a bird or than a star?
56037	Second?
56037	Shall the ancient spells that bound us, Bind us ever again?
56037	Shall we come again with singing Where the plover sings?
56037	Shall you bind my throat with cords, Stab me through with swords?
56037	Shall you know that I was bound In the noose that choked you round?
56037	Shall your eyes that day be mild, Like the Sacrifice, the Child?
56037	Such gloom to monstrous gloom outflings The stenches of a churchyard night?
56037	The passioned vows I said, The ways which I should tread, So have I quite forgotten these now thou art safely dead?
56037	Then was it but a wind of words, the passioned vows I said?
56037	They say,"Where are the men you stole from us away?
56037	This is the Temple, this the Parthenon The priests of old days laid their hands upon?
56037	WHO KNOWS ME?
56037	WOUNDED SOLDIERS Have you no arms, soldier?
56037	We are no more for God or Sin Than parasites in rotting hair, No different but only in The boundlessness of our despair?
56037	What English flower That we cherish shall grow of him?
56037	What have I made Of the dead time?
56037	What is Athens now?
56037	When all the Spring is all a loaded grave, How can your banners wave?
56037	Where are the men you took?
56037	Where are they now, the laughing lovers whom You heaped in sombre ranks against the gloom?"
56037	Where shall I place my soul for most safe keeping From boisterous intention and omnivorous wave?
56037	Who knows me?
56037	Who knows me?
56037	Who knows me?
56037	Why does your blood flow thick, enriching A bleak strange place?"
20072	An''s''ply you wid fresh meat? 20072 And_ yours_?"
20072	Did you know, Karl,she whispered,"That my brother was on that transport-- My only brother-- a soldier-- my only blood?
20072	Eating the garbage? 20072 Grin, ye hyenas,"he''ll say as he smokes;"_ I_ ai n''t a frivolous guy--""Thinkin''of all of the pain you caused folks While learnin''to play?"
20072	How many hours will it be Before you''re ready?
20072	Well?
20072	What of it?
20072	What of that?
20072	Why have I never seen the rose Just as a_ rose_ before?
20072	( Perhaps you have met him?
20072	A day that with joy is bubbling-- And dancing adown a world mad- gay?
20072	Ai n''t it a sin, Spendin''good hours a- twiddlin''thumbs?
20072	And if he does, oh, wo n''t it be A happy day for me?
20072	Before they left to go ashore( A crowd had gathered on the quay),"When can you start to work?"
20072	Bugler Bill come"out of the Draft"-- D''you s''pose at_ that_ joke he actually laughed?
20072	But I wonder if Bill_ would_ lie?
20072	Ca n''t you change the stuffing?
20072	Den Br''er Fox, he slink away, and bahk like he was sad, An''Br''er Rab, he shake he sides wid laffin''--ain''t he bad?
20072	Did we all jump on him?
20072	Do you suppose That all these years-- how long, God knows!-- I really have not_ understood_ the rose?"
20072	For what the Future holds who knows, or cares?
20072	HOW''S THE BOY?
20072	He''s nice enough, I s''pose, But what do you think he said to me?
20072	His feet are big, his head is small, His German blood is slow, But at the call for volunteers, Why, did n''t Heinie go?
20072	How''s the boy?"
20072	How''s the boy?"
20072	I wonder if you know him?
20072	I''ll get a lot of brothers, then, Without_ no_ bother-- see?
20072	If Antoinette, dear Antoinette, were simply to suggest That question, do n''t you think that I would quickly do the rest?
20072	If it had gone down-- that transport-- been sunk--""Well?"
20072	If you was n''t''much of a soldier,''or shirked in your duty-- well, say, What sort of a chance have other men got when tested on Judgment Day?
20072	Is it wrong if I cry?
20072	It must be right, but somehow I ca n''t look at it that way-- Why should he go, so young and good, and me-- so worn out-- stay?
20072	It''s wearin''on the nerves, waitin''round-- for what?
20072	NOW-- AND THEN A thousand years from now, how will this earth Conduct itself?
20072	Or do you more demand?
20072	Or will there be a dearth Of ideas( such as we feel, now and then?)
20072	PAID IN ADVANCE What is the cost of a day in Spring-- A wind- swept, rain- washed golden day?
20072	Pretending you are blind?
20072	Pretty soon he hear a noise-- dat''s Br''er Fox, he know, Gropin''th''ough de quiet woods, out in de cold an''snow;"Is dat you, Br''er Rab?"
20072	So-- with a business missive in each hand-- Will three words do?
20072	Sometimes I get by with it; and Sometimes she does n''t spoil a film-- Is n''t the public lucky that we did n''t Stick to our callings?
20072	Sometimes he''d pull my ears And say,"Hear dat Bob White?
20072	THE ALIEN( Of course, this did n''t happen, But if it had-- Would you have been shocked?)
20072	THE BOLD LOVER He held her hand, and joy shone in his eyes; The world and all therein to him was fair; What mattered now the gloomy, lowering skies?
20072	THE SMALL BOY EXPLAINS Some people say the sky is blue Acause it''s warshed by rains up there; I dunno if''at''s so, do you?
20072	The surgeon smiles...."If he can make A capture in the night When doing Red Cross work, what would He do if he should_ fight_?"
20072	Then he said,"Well, ai n''t you tired o''ham?"
20072	Though your firm white hand Was cut by the reins you had held too long,"Dear Cave- man, I love you,"you said;"is it wrong?"
20072	Was that foolish, or brave?
20072	We figure fortunes that six hens Will bring us-- if we keep''em penned; And yet, when farmers are the butt Of jokes, who rises to defend?
20072	We''re all of us willin'', but why keep us drillin''Forever?...
20072	We''re human( Does that seem so strange?)
20072	Well, I do n''t care-- I DO-- How could I''MEMBER all these things, unlessen they was true?
20072	What''s th''meanin''of the look you see in soldiers''eyes?
20072	Will it ever start?
20072	Will there be wars, and men Inventing things?
20072	You can bet we did:"Who gave you the right to kick, you steer, Over what she brings us?
20072	You do n''t believe a word I say?
20072	You see this stubby tail of mine?
20072	You wo n''t?
20072	she asked.... How did she divine That_ I_ am not married?...
20072	when he sees me a- limpin''to the Gate, And mebbe( where is my old han''kerchief a- got to now?)
46427	--------(_ For a general grave on Vimy Ridge_) You come from England?
46427	Ah, what has England done?
46427	And in the land they guard so well Is there no silent watch to keep?
46427	And pass with the willing and worthy to give Life, that freedom and faith may live?
46427	And through the leagues above her She looked, aghast, and said:"What is this living ship that comes Where every ship is dead?"
46427	But in what Spartan school of discipline Did you get patience, boy?
46427	Dash the bomb on the dome of Paul''s-- Deem ye the fame of the Admiral falls?
46427	David 118 What Has England Done?
46427	GILBERT MURRAY_ By permission of the Author_ LUSITANIA(_ May 7, 1915_) Who that can strike a blow Now will refrain?
46427	Glory sought is Honour lost, How should this be knighthood''s end?
46427	Grievous the pain; but, in the day When all the cost is counted o''er, Would it be best that you should say:"We lost no loved ones in the war"?
46427	Guns of Metz they grumble,"When?"
46427	Hast thou counted up the cost, What to foeman, what to friend?
46427	Have you any five- pound notes about you?
46427	Have you any of those neat little Treasury one- pound notes?
46427	He called out,"Who''s that coming along?"
46427	How did you learn to bear this long- drawn pain And not complain?
46427	How stem the sweep of the conquering tide?
46427	Is she England still?
46427	Is this the end of all our woes?
46427	JOHN OXENHAM_ By permission of the Author_ WHAT HAS BRITAIN DONE?
46427	Know''st thou what is Hatred''s meed?
46427	May I say let us keep both eyes?
46427	May I tell you, in a simple parable, what I think this war is doing for us?
46427	Pry the stone from the chancel floor,-- Dream ye that Shakespeare shall live no more?
46427	Restless with throbbing hopes, with thwarted aims, Impulsive as a colt, How do you lie here month by weary month Helpless and not revolt?
46427	SIR OWEN SEAMAN EDITH CAVELL(_ October 12, 1915_) Dead?
46427	See now, our mother, these are they that clung Once to thy breasts, and are they not well sung?"
46427	Shall we not suffer more?"
46427	The ghostly vessels trembled From ruined stern to prow; What was this thing of terror That broke their vigil now?
46427	The grim_ Titanic_ greeted her--"And who art thou?"
46427	WHAT HAS ENGLAND DONE?
46427	WHAT OF THE FIGHT?
46427	WINSTON CHURCHILL THE DEBT UNPAYABLE What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea, In earth or heaven, That you should die for me?
46427	What are they made of?
46427	What are they worth?
46427	What can I give, O soldier, leal and brave, Long as I live, To pay the life you gave?
46427	What harvest might we hope from such a sowing?
46427	What has Britain done?
46427	What has Britain done?
46427	What has Britain done?
46427	What has Britain done?
46427	What has Britain done?
46427	What has England done?
46427	What has she done?
46427	What is a treaty, says the German Chancellor, but a scrap of paper?
46427	What is it to us if the world is mad?
46427	What joy can these monotonous days afford Here in a ward?
46427	What matter?
46427	What noonday from a dawning so complete?
46427	What of the fight?
46427	What of the fight?
46427	What of the men of the furrow, men of the hammer and spade, Men without heart for the soldier, loathing his life and his trade?
46427	What the surest gain of Greed?
46427	What tithe or part Can I return to thee, O stricken heart, That thou shouldst break for me?
46427	What?
46427	When the reply was,"General Currie", he said,"Are the Canadians coming down here?"
46427	Where else in the whole world can such conditions be paralleled?
46427	Where is the giant shot that kills Wordsworth walking the old green hills?
46427	Where is the ideal of the Germany of to- day?
46427	Who can have any ease Now while they live?
46427	Who dies if England live?
46427	Who knows?
46427	Who stands if freedom fall?
46427	Who that can strike a blow Now will refrain?
46427	Who that has prayed for peace Now will forgive?
46427	Who with the right to go Now will remain?
46427	Who with the right to go Now will remain?
46427	Who?
46427	Why is our honour as a country involved in this war?
46427	Why?
46427	Winston 16 What of the Fight?
46427	With the world in the balance, what shall decide?
46427	You ask what she has done?
46427	Your feet were bleeding as You walked our pavements-- How_ did_ we miss Your Footprints on our pavements?-- Can there be other folk as blind as we?
46427	_ Punishment?_ What punishment could fit so foul a crime?
46427	_ Punishment?_ What punishment could fit so foul a crime?
46427	she said;"Why dost thou join our ghostly fleet Arrayed in living red?
46427	whither have we fled, my son?
46427	wilt thou dare to- night Pray that God defend the Right?
39614	Art from Lancashire, melad?
39614	Birds and butterflies and trees, And the long hush of the breeze Shimmering over the silken grass, What wouldst thou have more than these?... 39614 How to comfort you, Share any part?
39614	O baby, are thine eyelids closed Faster than my eyes supposed? 39614 Well, wot say?"
39614	What glows gold taller than earthly tree In that maze of mast on mast Of the scaffolding? 39614 Who''s hit?"
39614	''Nay, can thine eye catch but one?''
39614	A thief?
39614	And bear alone thy cross also Anigh to the foot of a bare hill?
39614	And the proud, morning Centaur, how Fares he?
39614	And to thrust against thy will Through thy mother''s bosom the sharpest sword?
39614	Anger._ Creep I now close....( Has he not heard Ever the lamb cry as the bird Descends upon its helpless head To pluck its eyes out?
39614	Be bolder: Light you now upon my shoulder.... Cooroo?
39614	Blank with dread Did he ne''er press in stumbling haste Over the wide moor''s tossing waste?
39614	Can it be, Daisies innocent and good, That ye star black Calvary?
39614	Can not Pan a shrewd watch keep O''er his own?
39614	Can they have seen The Centaur hurtle by between Them and the clouds?
39614	Cooroo in my ear?
39614	DANAË MYSTERY IN EIGHT POEMS DANAË: MYSTERY IN EIGHT POEMS I"What with clangour, clangour of iron din, Do they beat till daylight ring?
39614	Deignest thou, then, to race with me From such tall eyries to the sea, If even now I upward leap?
39614	Draws he nigher?
39614	Eye- of- fire, sweet Snowy- wings, Think you that you can discover On what great green down my lover Lies by his sunny sheep and sings?
39614	Flutter!--where''s my song?
39614	For am not I a goat?
39614	For what is my heart so aching?
39614	From this blaze of light Do I plunge suddenly Into Vortex?
39614	Hath not he in the forum room To vent himself, that now with rude Rabble he scareth Solitude From her ultimate hiding- place?
39614	Hear''Trumpeter, what are you sounding?''
39614	His men Whispered:"Where''s Mister Gates?"
39614	Honour it is that calls: canst thou forget Once thou wert strong?
39614	I wander on, I fade in mist, O peopled World, and dost thou list?
39614	I''ve a love... the sun''s shining And where''s the man would be dead?"
39614	II"What art mooning at, fool?
39614	II.--THE PAST How to escape the bondage of the past?
39614	Is death so near, then?
39614	Is it I sleep?
39614	Is it home?
39614	Is it love?
39614	Is it sleep?
39614	Is it sudden terror Burdens my heart?
39614	Is it tears?
39614	It was hard Not to see them: Wilkinson, stubby, grim, With his"No, sir,""Yes, sir,"and the slim Simpson:"Indeed, sir?"
39614	Jewels wouldst thou, then, O bird?
39614	Let it burn, then, left and right:"Where, O where, is Punchinello?
39614	Lets no one ever see her back?''
39614	Long I look on the deepening sky, The chill star, the forlorn sea breaking; For what does my spirit cry?
39614	Must I fare, then, in fear and fever On a journey become thrice far-- Whose sun has gone down for ever, Whose night brings no guiding star?
39614	Night?
39614	None for wee Amoret?
39614	One Day, or maybe one Night-- Living?
39614	Or, stripped to plunge, did never eye The sunned pool smiling treacherously, Despair and terror in his heart?
39614	Pull the bell: is she within?
39614	Rose, to be torn in sunder so?
39614	Scaramouch too, that gay fellow?
39614	Sing I?
39614	Sleeps the newly- buried clay Or doth divinity trouble it to live alway?
39614	So on, beating, to her street: What sight Pierrot''s eyes doth greet?
39614	Some wanton boy and his limbs?
39614	Start: How''s time?
39614	Surging of relief and joy: Welcome then?
39614	That stirs an ancient tenderness, A new need to console, love, bless All things that''neath this warm night sky Rejoice and suffer, age and die?
39614	Then stride I?
39614	Then,"Is the doctor here?"
39614	They heard him moan"Why for me?"
39614	Time goes quick; A stumbled prayer... somehow a blazing star In a blue night... where?
39614	To hang gibbeted and abhorred, For passers- by to wish thee ill?
39614	V.--AT THE WARS Now that I am ta''en away, And may not see another day, What is it to my eye appears?
39614	Was there grief once?
39614	Was there grief once?
39614	Was there love once?
39614	What can it be They build so secret and fast?"
39614	What heat, that I see the night air spin, And sparks dance over the scaffolding?
39614	What is''t, bird, thy soul demands?
39614	What joy is mine?
39614	What need of comfort has the heroic soul?
39614	What soldier finds a soldier''s grave is chill?
39614	What sound rings in my stricken ears?
39614	Wherefore, baby, must thou go?
39614	Wherefore, since the gods agree, Youth is sweet and Night is free, And Love pleasure, should not we?
39614	Who now sings The noon''s and his own tristfulness?
39614	With eyes grieving on space, Has she sight among all these blind?
39614	With foxes must thy bed be maken, A beggar with beggars must thou go, To be at last forsworn, forsaken?
39614	XI.--FULFILMENT Was there love once?
39614	_ Faun._ Shall not I Echo thy pain, whom Fates deny Answer to thought,--as they to thee The lust- of- action''s fill?
39614	_ Of the Faun''s Wake I?
39614	amid the woodland green_ Of the What mantles of strange blue are seen?
39614	and what''s it all about?
39614	is he a man_ The Faun''s So dares affront the great god Pan?
39614	out of the Night, O Friends: O all my dead, think ye our friendship ends?
39614	past words unsaid?
39614	what festive cries are they_ Of the Which greet me as I top the mound?
39614	what is''t I have: Immortal life?
39614	what voice is this can make The vagrant heart within me ache?
39614	where the sunlight lies Here scalding gold, and yonder dies Into a humid, still, green gloom?
39614	who is''t that shakes The night with fervour?
39614	why took you not my life instead?
39614	wot''s up?"
27126	_ After?_... For thee may be no after!
27126	_ Dear heart, for this end I did live, To this end did I die._And if I fall away again, And bring Thy Love to shame?
27126	_ I''ll find thee out where''er thou art, And still thy love will claim._All this for me, whose constant lack Doth cause Thee constant pain?
27126	_ It was to win thee back from them I wore the crown of thorn._And, spite of all, Thou canst forgive, And still attend my cry?
27126	_ My fodder_? 27126 _ Rest of the weary, joy of the sad._"TO THIS END And hast Thou help for such as me, Sin- weary, stained, forlorn?
27126	_ With one soft kiss I will restore your sight._And Thou wilt do all this for me?--for me?
27126	_ Yea then,--if not for such as thee To what end was I born?_But I have strayed so far away, So oft forgotten Thee.
27126	( A WARNING)"_ Am I my brother''s keeper_?"
27126	--Such a day of vast upsettings, Dire outcastings and downsettings!-- You have held the reins too long,-- Have you time to heal the wrong?
27126	--That thought of self had held in thrall His soul, and shrunk it mean and small?
27126	--You ask what''s amiss when your destinies Hang by a thread in the great abyss?
27126	--he groaned, through a lump of chewed grass,"_ Are_ they treasures?
27126	.............................. WHAT?
27126	..._ Then bid Me to the Board!_"*****_ Can we not rise to such great height of glory?
27126	1916 Where are all the_ young_ men?
27126	An''it done them good, an''it done me good, So what''s the odds if I does go lean, For a day or two, till the nibs comes in?
27126	And I said to myself,--"What if those should dare To claim from these others their rightful share?"
27126	Are our faces grave, and our eyes intent?
27126	Are our hands clean?
27126	Are our souls free from blame For this world- tragedy?
27126	Are we to be like all the rest, Or climb we loftier height?
27126	Are ye not both,--both thou and he Of God''s great family?
27126	Are you broken, heart- sick, weary?
27126	Are you there?
27126	Are you there?
27126	CHRIST AT THE BAR MY BROTHER''S KEEPER?
27126	Ca n''t you feel them in the air?
27126	Ca n''t you see the signs and portents?
27126	Ca n''t you see,--you unbeliever?
27126	Can we our wayward steps arrest?-- All life with nobler life invest?-- And so fulfil our Lord''s behest?
27126	Can you wonder?--Can you wonder, That_ we_ wondered, As we heard the huns''guns thunder?
27126	Do you dread each dark to- morrow?
27126	Dost nothing owe to him who shares Thy couch, and suffers by thy cares?
27126	For if not-- who?
27126	Got that?
27126	Hopeless?--Friendless?--No one caring?
27126	How can the Lord Christ come again?
27126	How of our sorrows build anew to Thee?
27126	How rid thee of thy soul''s responsibility?
27126	How shall we start, Lord, to build life again, Fairer and sweeter, and freed from its pain?
27126	How shall we turn to good this weight of ill?
27126	I said,"O most gentle and innocent beast, Say,--why is your burden so greatly increased?
27126	IS LIFE WORTH LIVING?
27126	Is He not surely fled For ever from a world where He Is still so buffeted?_"But the day''s glory all forbade Such depth of woe.
27126	Is every ounce that is in us bent On the uttermost pitch of accomplishment?
27126	Is it all your own treasures you have in your pack, That crumples your backbone and makes your ribs crack?
27126	Is it done for a purpose, or just out of spite?
27126	Is life worth living?
27126	Is the burden past your bearing?
27126	Is the faint heart ever quailing?
27126	Is the future black with sorrow?
27126	Is the light fur ever failing?
27126	Is the pathway dark and dreary?
27126	LONELY BROTHER Art thou lonely, O my brother?
27126	Let each man tax his soul and say,--"Shall I again my Lord betray For my greed, or my goods, or my gold?"
27126	MY BROTHER''S KEEPER?
27126	Nay,--will He come again?
27126	POLICEMAN X"Shall it be Peace?
27126	ROSEMARY EASTER SUNDAY, 1916 THE CHILD OF THE MAID WASTED?
27126	S. ELIZABETH''S LEPER VOX CLAMANTIS FLORA''S BIT RED BREAST OUR HEARTS FOR YOU THE BURDENED ASS WINNERS OR LOSERS?
27126	Shall this vast sorrow spend itself in vain?
27126	So curly, curly sweet!-- How will it be with you, dears, When all your work''s complete?
27126	So why cloud to- day With fear of the sorrow, That may or may not Come to- morrow?
27126	Soul, dost thou fear For to- day or to- morrow?
27126	THE WAR- MAKERS_ Who are the Makers of Wars?_ The Kings of the earth.
27126	That we looked in one another''s eyes And wondered,--"_ Is Christ indeed then risen from the dead?
27126	That you?
27126	Those others saw his plight, and laughed and jeered, And, at each helper''s fall, laughed more, and cheered;--God''s sons?
27126	WASTED?
27126	WHAT OF THE NIGHT?
27126	WHAT OF THE NIGHT?
27126	WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TO- NIGHT, MY LAD?
27126	WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TO- NIGHT, MY LAD?
27126	WINNERS OR LOSERS?
27126	Was there ever, since ever the world was made, Such a horrible trade for a peace- loving maid, And such wonderful, terrible spinning?
27126	What has become of the_ young_ men?
27126	What of the night?
27126	What room is left us then for doubt or fear?
27126	What''s amiss?_ Man alive!
27126	What?
27126	Whence come you?
27126	Where are you sleeping to- night, My Lad, Above- ground-- or below?
27126	Where go you?
27126	Who loads you like this, beyond reason and right?
27126	Why do you delay?"
27126	Would you wish that he had stayed, When all the rest The Call obeyed?
27126	You hear it?
27126	_ And Wisdom?--does that come by birth?_ Nay then-- too often the reverse.
27126	_ And who are these Kings of the earth?_ Only men-- not always even men of worth, But claiming rule by right of birth.
27126	_ The wires humming?_ No, my friend, it is_ not_!
27126	_ Thy brother''s keeper_?
27126	_ What trouble?_ Every trouble,--everywhere, Every wildest kind of nightmare That has ridden you is there, In the air.
27126	_ What''s amiss?
27126	_ What''s wrong?
27126	_ What''s wrong?_ Listen here!-- Do you catch a sound like drumming?-- Far- away and distant drumming?
27126	_ What''s wrong?_ Listen here!-- Do you catch a sound like drumming?-- Far- away and distant drumming?
27126	_ Where?_ Ah-- that''s beyond me!-- But it lies with those who dare To think of big To- morrows, And intend to have their share.
27126	_ Where?_ In the air.
315	And whit did she send ye?
315	They''re baith sairly woundit, but is it no droll Hoo they rave aboot haggis?
315	Well, wot abaht it, lad?
315	What is the matter, Young Fellow My Lad? 315 Why do n''t you write, Young Fellow My Lad?
315	''E AIN''T''ARF PRIME._"Young Fellow My Lad"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad, On this glittering morn of May?"
315	''OW LONG,''OW LONG?_ Wounded Is it not strange?
315	''OW LONG,''OW LONG?_ Wounded Is it not strange?
315	''Oo''s that singin''so''earty?
315	( Will you pass me the sugar, old chap?
315	)_ Fleurette( The Wounded Canadian Speaks) My leg?
315	Ai n''t War just''ell?
315	Ai n''t''e a bit of the real all right?
315	All morning I heard him fret:"Oh, when will she come, Fleurette?"
315	And shall I miss the biggest?
315	And what are pouting lips for if they ca n''t be kissed?
315	And''e says:"Wot d''ye think of it, Lizer Ann?"
315	Are ye hurtit?"
315	Are ye woundit?"
315	Ay, wot the''ell''s the use of all this talk?
315	By the cheers of our Victory will the heart of the mother be comforted?
315	Ca n''t I believe my eyes?
315	Can you wonder now I am gay?
315	D''ye think he''d listen?
315	Dead?
315	Did I give it''i m?
315	Did you say: Put you down?
315	Do I finish my little job?
315	Do I miss it?
315	Fight for the right to slave that they may spend, Them in their mansions, me''ere in my slum?
315	For a while they were silent; then up once again Spoke Private McPhee, though he whussilt wi''pain:"And why should we miss it?
315	God, ca n''t You hear my cry?
315	God, will it never have done?
315	Have n''t you a tear for them Going out so gallantly to dare and die?
315	Have you any children?"
315	Here in the hellish glare Why must I suffer so?
315	I could only stare, I was taken so by surprise, When gently she bent her head:"May I kiss you, Sergeant?"
315	I stares like a man wot''s stuck, For wot do I see?
315	I wonder, Bill, if''Ans and Fritz is wonderin''like me Wot''s at the bottom of it all?
315	I''m goin''''ome to Blighty: can you wonder as I''m gay?
315	Is it Eddy or me Wot''s a- bleedin''so free?
315	Is it God does n''t care?
315	Is it God does n''t know?
315	John tried his grief to drown; To- day James owns one- half the town; His army contracts riches yield; And John?
315	Lor, yus;_ DON''T_ they look glad?
315	Mine?
315	My man?
315	No trumps you make it, I think you said?
315	Now he''s finished with,--nothing to show: Does n''t it seem a shame?
315	Now war is a funny thing, ai n''t it?
315	Now what would you do?
315	Now wot I wants to know is, why it was n''t me was took?
315	Oh blimy, it''s a shame!_ A- singin''"''Oo''s Yer Lady Friend?"
315	Oh, it''s:"Sandy, ma lad, will you lilt us a tune?"
315	Oh, mother dear, I''m wondering can God be here?
315	Old pal, it''s all right; It''s a''ell of a fight, But are we down-''earted?
315	Or is it that you try to show Life still is joy and all is well?
315	Picters, statoos, is that why You should be let off to die?
315	Quick''e throws''is''ands above''is nob; Speakin''English good as me:"''Tain''t no use to kill,"says''e;"Ca n''t yer tyke me prisoner instead?"
315	Sez I: My Country?
315	Show you mercy?
315	So when the war broke out, sez''e:"Well, wot abaht it, Joe?"
315	Some high hymn of Motherland?
315	Some immortal chanson of their Faith and King?
315	That the best ye done?
315	The Coward''Ave you seen Bill''s mug in the Noos to- day?
315	The Volunteer Sez I: My Country calls?
315	The only thing I''m wondering is when Some stretcher- men will stroll along my way?
315	The rustle of grass, or the passing quiver Of one of the ghosts of No Man''s Land?
315	Them politicians with their greasy ways; Them empire- grabbers-- fight for''em?
315	Then I stumbled on one of their dug- outs, and I shouted:"Is anyone there?"
315	Then down the lake came Half- breed Tom with russet sail a- flying, And the word he said was"War"again, so what was I to do?
315	Then sudden he stoppit:"Man, wis it no grand Hoo we took a''them trenches?"
315	Then:"Will you surrender?"
315	They''re up to somethin''--''oo''ll volunteer To crawl in the dark and see?''
315	Think ye our glory and gain will pay for the torrent of blood we have shed?
315	WON''T you take me in?
315	Was I killed, do you ask?
315	Was I weepin''for Missis Moriarty?
315	Was it just the shiver Of an eerie wind or a clammy hand?
315	We''re only beginning to find ourselves; we''re wonders of brawn and thew; But when we go back to our Sissy jobs,--oh, what are we going to do?
315	What has happened since then, Since I lay with my face to the wall, The most despairing of men?
315	What is it they''re singing so?
315	What strange spell is over me?
315	What was I saying?
315	What was that?
315	What was that?
315	What''s the use of tearing him loose under a gruelling fire, When he''s shot in the head, and worse than dead, and all messed up on the wire?
315	Where is all my vengeful joy?
315	Who am I staring slap in the face?
315	Who is that''malheureux''?"
315	Why Do I pray for him to die?
315	Why am I sittin''''ere Gazin''with mournful vision at a mug long empty of beer?
315	Why am I so silent?
315	Why did the postman look so sad, And sigh as he turned away?
315	Why do I not shout with glee?
315	Why have_ YOU_ come here alone, To this hearth''s blood- spattered stone?
315	Will Glory o''England ever die So long as we''ve lads like him?
315	Wot all the slaughter''s for?
315	Wot did I do?
315	Wot price the little bookay?"
315	Wot the''ell?
315	Wot the''ell?
315	Wot the''ell?
315	Wot was it jabbed at me shoulder?
315	Yet may it not be, crime and war But effort misdirected are?
315	Yet the thought comes thrilling through all my pain: how worthier could he die?
315	You make it yourself, do you not?)
315	You''ll wake up and''ear yourself sayin'':''Would you like, sir, to''ave a shampoo?''
315	_ A DECENT JOB IN DYIN''._ The Song of the Pacifist What do they matter, our headlong hates, when we take the toll of our Dead?
315	ai n''t''e a man?"
315	do you not know That we are making earth a hell?
315	wo n''t Bill be glad When''e stares through the bleedin''clods and sees the blossoms of Jim and me?
315	wot the''ell, Bill?
315	wot the''ell, Bill?
315	wot the''ell, Bill?
8820	There is dust in my eyes, for I can not see,-- Is that my Michel to the right of thee, Soldier of France?
8820	''T was more than I could compass, For how was I to think With such infernal rumpus In such a blasted stink?
8820	All morning I heard him fret:"Oh, when will she come, Fleurette?"
8820	And how shall I repay?
8820	And in the land they guard so well Is there no silent watch to keep?
8820	And shall my wreath return to dust?
8820	And they who lead, who hold the van?
8820	And what makes she, I wonder, Of the horror and the blood, And what''s her luck, to sunder The evil from the good?
8820	And what was the next thing that she required?
8820	And who will bring white peace That he may sleep upon his hill again?
8820	And,"What do you call it?"
8820	Art thou no more, O Maiden Heaven- born O Peace, bright Angel of the windless morn?
8820	Blood on the sword, our eyes blood- red, Blind in our puny reign of power, Do we forget how soon is sped Our little hour?
8820	Brave souls... but who remembers The flame that fired your embers?...
8820	But in what Spartan school of discipline Did you get patience, boy?
8820	But what would you have?
8820	But when can me or my mates forget, When the Guards came through?
8820	Can much pondering so hoodwink you?
8820	Can you wonder now I am gay?
8820	Dash the bomb on the dome of Paul''s-- Deem ye the fame of the Admiral falls?
8820	Do I miss it?
8820	For_ she_, was_ she_ not dear?
8820	Fresh from the trenches and gray with grime, Silent they march like a pantomime;"But what need of music?
8820	Ghosts do not say,"Come, what was your record when you drew breath?"
8820	Guns of Metz they grumble,"When?"
8820	Has your last word of sophistry been said, O cult of slaves?
8820	He Who has given them-- are they not His?
8820	He whistles down the day- long road, And, when the chilly shadows fall And heavier hangs the weary load, Is he down- hearted?
8820	Heard ye the trumpet sound?
8820	His face?-- His hands?
8820	How did you learn to bear this long- drawn pain And not complain?
8820	How does he escape them?
8820	How long will the others dream and stare?
8820	How should I pay for one poor graven steeple Whereon you shattered what you shall not know?
8820	How should I pay you everything you owe?
8820	How should I pay you, miserable people?
8820	How should we kneel, in this dread hour?
8820	How should we seek to Thee for power Who scorned Thee yesterday?
8820	I could only stare, I was taken so by surprise, When gently she bent her head:"_ May I kiss you, sergeant?_"she said.
8820	Is it a purblind prank, O think you, Friend with the musing eye Who watch us stepping by, With doubt and dolorous sigh?
8820	Is it a purblind prank, O think you, Friend with the musing eye?
8820	Kaiser, face a question new-- This-- does God approve of you?
8820	Mrs. Grace Ellery Channing Stetson and the New York_ Tribune_:--"_Qui Vive_?"
8820	Oh, might I lie on the wind, or fly In the wilful sea- bird''s track, Would I hurry on, with a homesick cry-- Or hasten back?
8820	Oh, then where is he?
8820	Pry the stone from the chancel floor,-- Dream ye that Shakespeare shall live no more?
8820	Regret?
8820	Restless with throbbing hopes, with thwarted aims, Impulsive as a colt, How do you lie here month by weary month Helpless, and not revolt?
8820	Rudyard Kipling_ MARE LIBERUM You dare to say with perjured lips,"We fight to make the ocean free"?
8820	Shall I ever smile or feel again?
8820	She had to ask,"What was it, dear?"
8820	She had to look-- to ask,"What was it, dear?"
8820	THE AMERICAN PEOPLE: What guff are you giving us, Captain?
8820	The fool hath said...._ And we, who deemed him wise, We who believed that Thou wast dead, How should we seek Thine eyes?
8820	The grass is waking in the ground, Soon it will rise and blow in waves-- How can it have the heart to sway Over the graves, New graves?
8820	The sun turns north, the days grow long, Later the evening star grows bright-- How can the daylight linger on For men to fight, Still fight?
8820	Though I forgave, would any man forget?
8820	Though the dividing sea My leg?
8820	Under the boughs where lovers walked The apple- blooms will shed their breath-- But what of all the lovers now Parted by Death, Grey Death?
8820	Unhappy, can I give you back your honour?
8820	Was n''t she glad now?
8820	Was there grief once?
8820	Was there grief once?
8820	Was there love once?
8820	We can but give our tears-- Ye dead men, who shall bring you Fame in the coming years?
8820	We have not lived in hate What have I given What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
8820	What approaches there?
8820	What are the bounds of No Man''s Land?
8820	What can I give, O soldier, leal and brave, Long as I live, To pay the life you gave?
8820	What canst thou do but bow to me and kneel?"
8820	What for all time will the harvest be, Sister?
8820	What is the price of that dead man they brought me?
8820	What is the price of that red spark that caught me From a kind farm that never had a name?
8820	What is the trust we have laid in thy hand?
8820	What joy can these monotonous days afford Here in a ward?
8820	What matter?
8820	What new- wing''d world, or mangled god still- born?
8820	What of the faith and fire within us What was it kept you so long, brave German submersible?
8820	What richly moves, what lightly stirs, Like a noble lady in a dance, When all men''s eyes are in love with hers And needs must follow?
8820	What song shall be worthy to sing of them-- Braver than the brave?
8820	What sound the ear dismays, Mine Italy, mine Italy?
8820	What soundless tumult, what breath in the air Takes the breath in the throat, the blood from the heart?
8820	What tithe or part Can I return to thee, O stricken heart, That thou shouldst break for me?
8820	What was joy?
8820	What was pain?
8820	What whispers, thrills, exults up there?
8820	What will spring up from the seed that is sown?
8820	When we have bled at every pore, Shall we still strive for gear and store?
8820	Where are her sons who waged at cricket Warfare against the foeman- friend?
8820	Where are the teams of last December?
8820	Where do those strong young feet now stand?
8820	Where is the giant shot that kills Wordsworth walking the old green hills?
8820	Who called?
8820	Who dies if England live?
8820	Who is that_ malheureux_?"
8820	Who moves-- what stirs in the startled air?
8820	Who stands if freedom fall?
8820	Will he live-- will he last-- will he make it?
8820	Will it be Heaven?
8820	Will it be Hell, When there is Peace?
8820	Will it ever peal again?
8820	Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?
8820	Yet Pity whispered,"Why?"
8820	You have heard?
8820	You have heard?
8820	_ Florence Earle Coates_ TO FRANCE What is the gift we have given thee, Sister?
8820	_ Frederick George Scott__ In a Field near Ypres__ April, 1915_ TO OUR FALLEN Ye sleepers, who will sing you?
8820	_ Frederick George Scott__ QUI VIVE?__ Qui vive?_ Who passes by up there?
8820	_ Frederick George Scott__ QUI VIVE?__ Qui vive?_ Who passes by up there?
8820	_ Frederick George Scott__ QUI VIVE?__ Qui vive?_ Who passes by up there?
8820	_ Herbert Asquith__ 1915_ THE DEBT UNPAYABLE What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea, In earth or heaven, That you should die for me?
8820	_ Qui vive?_ Who comes?
8820	_ Qui vive?_ Who comes?
8820	_ Qui vive?_"The Flags of France."
8820	_ Robert Ernest Vernède_ FULFILMENT Was there love once?
8820	_ Robert Haven Schauffler_ FLEURETTE THE WOUNDED CANADIAN SPEAKS: My leg?
8820	_ Who_ comes?
8820	_"Qui vive?