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    Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."
    Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."
    Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."
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    Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."

    By Robert Bridges

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    It seems somehow strange to call the First World War the Great War as though somehow we are enhancing its value, giving it a place in all the follies and mistakes of mankind above its station of destruction. But in terms of misery, carnage and slaughter it was, at the time, the single bloodiest sustained period of annihilation of nation upon nation, army upon army, man upon man by some distance. And whilst in the end the gains politically were nowhere near the losses of men it did bring forth a closer and better understanding of how artists view these events. Writers, painter, and here poets, share their words with us and though we are by their side. Much of the poetry is personal and moving and together they speak that a better human existence is wanted by all.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateJan 21, 2014
    ISBN9781783948734
    Poems Of The Great War: "I live on hope and that I think do all who come into this world."

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      Poems Of The Great War - Robert Bridges

      Poems of the Great War by Various Poets

      It seems somehow strange to call the First World War the Great War as though somehow we are enhancing its value, giving it a place in all the follies and mistakes of mankind above its station of destruction.  But in terms of misery, carnage and slaughter it was, at the time, the single bloodiest sustained period of annihilation of nation upon nation, army upon army, man upon man by some distance.  And whilst in the end the gains politically were nowhere near the losses of men it did bring forth a closer and better understanding of how artists view these events. 

      Writers, painter, and here poets, share their words with us and though we are by their side.  Much of the poetry is personal and moving and together they speak that a better human existence is wanted by all.

      DUTY.

      Give gladly, you rich, 'tis no more than you owe

      For the weal of your Country, your wealth's overflow!

      Even I that am poor am performing my part;

      I am giving my brain, I am giving my heart.

      WILLIAM WATSON

      Index Of Poems

      Wake up, England - Robert Bridges        

      The Vigil - Henry Newbolt         

      To the Troubler of the

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