Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967). Picture-Show. 1920.
Index of First Lines
- Adam, a brown old vulture in the rain
- And still they come and go: and this is all I know
- Dusk in the rain-soaked garden
- Everyone suddenly burst out singing
- Fall in! Now get a move on. (Curse the rain.)
- Fires in the dark you build; tall quivering flames
- Frail Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers
- Have you forgotten yet?
- I dreamt I saw a huge grey boat in silence steaming
- If you could crowd them into forty lines!
- I heard a clash, and a cry
- I love all things that pass: their briefness is
- I never asked you to be perfect—did I?
- In the grey summer garden I shall find you
- I stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still
- I’ve had a good bump round; my little horse
- I was near the King that day. I saw him snatch
- O beauty doomed and perfect for an hour
- Out in the blustering darkness, on the deck
- Sleep; and my song shall build about your bed
- Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone
- Some Brave, awake in you to-night
- Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight
- They are gathering round
- They know not the green leaves
- This job’s the best I’ve done. He bent his head
- Voices moving about in the quiet house
- When I was young my heart and head were light
- When you are standing at your hero’s grave
- Why do you lie with your legs ungainly huddled
- You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers
- Your dextrous wit will haunt us long
- You think I cannot understand. Ah, but I do
- You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away