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Poetry References
- Chapter 1:
- An orphan's curse would drag to
hell . . .
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Chapter
2:
- The fighting man shall take from the
sun . . .
(and following stanzas)
"Into Battle,"
Julian Grenfell
I never shall forget the
way . . .
"The Modern Traveler," Hilaire
Belloc
- Chapter
3:
- . . . The burning sun no more
shall heat . . .
"As Weary Pilgrim," Anne
Bradstreet
- Chapter 4:
- Here dead
lie we because we did not chose . . .
"Here Dead Lie
We," A.E. Housman
There's a land that is fairer than
day . . .
"Sweet By and By," S.F. Bennett and J.P.
Webster
High in the wreck I held the
cup . . .
"The Deluge," G.K.
Chesterton
. . . Kilmeny had been where the cock never
crew . . .
"Kilmeny," James Hogg
Read here the
moral roundly writ . . .
"Boxing," from "Verses on
Games," Rudyard Kipling
We are the Dead. Short days
ago . . .
"In Flanders Field," John McCrae
I've
lived a life of sturt and strife . . .
"MacPherson's
Farewell," Robert Burns
Soft as the voice of an
angel . . .
"Whispering Hope," Septimus Winner
Oh
yesterday our little troop was ridden through and
through . . .
"To-morrow," John
Masefield
- Chapter 5:
- Biding
God's pleasure and their chief's command . . .
"The
Birkenhead," Sir Henry Yule
But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in
Berkely Square . . .
"Tomlinson," Rudyard
Kipling
- Chapter 6:
- Quoth he,
"The she-wolf's litter . . ."
"Horatius," Lord
Macaulay
And out the red blood spouted . . .
"The
Battle of Lake Regillus," Lord Macaulay
I shall not die alone, alone, but
kin to all the powers . . .
(and following
couplets)
"The Last Hero," G.K. Chesterton
Through teeth, and skull,
and helmet . . .
"Horatius," Lord
Macaulay
- Chapter 7:
- A child said
What is the grass? . . .
"Song of Myself," Walt
Whitman
Too delicate is flesh to be . . .
"The
Debt," E.V. Lucas
Was there love once? I have forgotten
her . . .
(and following four
stanzas)
"Fulfillment," Robert Nichols
For, alas, alas, with
me . . .
"To One in Paradise," E.A.
Poe
- Chapter 8:
- Around no fire
the soldiers sleep to-night . . .
(and following
stanza)
"The Battlefield," Sydney Oswald
When first I saw you in the
curious street . . .
"German Prisoners," Joseph
Lee
The recipe for "Thrice Cooked Javalina Brains," and the story about
"Major" are from the wonderful (and highly recommended) book, The Contented
Poacher's Epicurean Odyssey, by Elantu Viovodi, with the author's gracious
permission.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with
fire . . .
"A Chant of Love for England," Helen Gray
Cone
- Chapter 9:
- Big bugs have
little bugs . . .
Originally by Jonathan
Swift,
then modified by Ogden Nash and anon.
Burned from the ore's
rejected dross . . .
"The Anvil," Laurence
Binyon
All that is gold does not
glitter . . .
From The Fellowship of the Ring,
J.R.R. Tolkien,
The fewer men, the greater share of
honour . . .
From Henry V, Shakespeare
A
thousand shapes of death surround us . . .
The
Iliad, Book 12, Homer
- Chapter
10:
- Shall I retreat from him, from clash of
combat . . .
The Iliad, Book 18, Homer
She
reached our range. Our broadside rang . . .
(and
following stanzas)
"On Board the Cumberland" George H.
Boker
Then the dead men fouled the scuppers and the wounded filled the
chains . . .
"The Ballad of John Silver," John
Masefield
No heed he gave to the flying
ball . . .
"The Sword-Bearer," George H.
Boker
Victory! Victory! . . .
"Boy Brittan,"
Forceythe Willson
- Chapter 11:
- He
said: "Thou petty people, let me pass . . .
"The
Kaiser and Belgium," Stephen Phillips
Efficient, thorough, strong, and
bravehis vision is to kill . . .
"The Superman,"
Robert Grant
Hark, hark, the dogs do
bark . . .
"Mother Goose", anon.
All other
stanzas are from Service's "The Call"
- Chapter
12:
- A hundred thousand fighting
men . . .
(and following stanzas)
"The Battle of
Liège," Dana Burnet
Three hundred thousand men, but not
enough . . .
(and following stanza)
"Verdun,"
Eden Phillpotts
- Chapter 13:
- All
drawn from "A Consecration," John Masefield
- Chapter
14:
- All drawn from "Once to Every Man and Nation," James
Russell Lowell
- Chapter 16:
- Was a
lady such a lady, cheeks so round and lips so
red . . .
"A Toccatta of Galuppi's," Robert
Browning
You meaner beauties of the
night . . .
"Elizabeth of Bohemia," Sir Henry
Wotton
- Chapter 17:
- True Thomas
lay on Huntlie bank . . .
(and following
stanzas)
"True Thomas," anon.
Some text has been derived from a poem
entitled, "The Warrior and the Lady," by Billy Martin, copyright 2001, with the
author's gracious permission.
- Chapter
18:
- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the
sun . . .
"Sonnet CXXX," Shakespeare
I have been
given my charge to keep . . .
"The Fairies' Siege,"
Rudyard Kipling
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the
sky . . .
"Sea Fever," John Masefield
THE END