Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). Counter-Attack and Other Poems. 1918.
Index of First Lines
- At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun
- Barrack-square, washed clean with rain, The
- Boys came back. Bands played and flags were flying, The
- Come down from heaven to meet me when my breath
- Dark clouds are smouldering into red
- Dim, gradual thinning of the shapeless gloom
- Does it matter?—losing your legs?
- From you, Beethoven, Bach, Mozart
- God with a Roll of Honour in His hand
- Good-morning; good-morning! the General said
- Groping along the tunnel, step by step
- He’d never seen so many dead before
- He seemed so certain ‘all was going well’
- He’s got a Blighty wound. He’s safe
- Hullo! here’s my platoon, the lot I had last year
- I am banished from the patient men who fight
- If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath
- I found him in the guard-room at the Base
- I knew a simple soldier boy
- In fifty years, when peace outshines
- Lost in the swamp and welter of the pit
- Moonlight and dew-drenched blossom, and the scent
- No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
- Not much to me is yonder lane
- Now light the candles; one; two; there’s a moth
- October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
- Pass it along, the wiring party’s going out
- Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells
- Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake
- Snug at the club two fathers sat
- Soldiers are citizens of death’s grey land
- Splashing along the boggy woods all day
- There seemed a smell of autumn in the air
- Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim
- We’d gained our first objective hours before
- Well, how are things in Heaven? I wish you’d say
- When I’m asleep, dreaming and lulled and warm
- You love us when we’re heroes, home on leave