And when the war is done and youth stone dead, Siegfried Sassoon More Quotes by Siegfried Sassoon More Quotes From Siegfried Sassoon If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,And speed glum heroes up the line of death. Siegfried Sassoon fierce lines hero I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation. Siegfried Sassoon should-have war believe How innocent were these Trees, that in Siegfried Sassoon tired farewell fall The visionless officialized fatuityThat once kept Europe safe for Perpetuity. Siegfried Sassoon safe europe And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls Siegfried Sassoon music-hall halls betrayal Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain. Siegfried Sassoon rain boys blood EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done. Siegfried Sassoon dark heart song I didn't want to die - not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow. Siegfried Sassoon return reading want In the years 1910 and 1911 I had 51 innings with 10 not outs and an average of 19. This I consider a creditable record for a poet. Siegfried Sassoon records average years O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud. Siegfried Sassoon mother dream son And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Siegfried Sassoon mad tree war October's bellowing anger breakes and cleavesThe bronzed battalions of the stricken woodIn whose lament I hear a voice that grievesFor battle's fruitless harvest, and the feudOf outrage men. Their lives are like the leavesScattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blownAlong the westering furnace flaring red.O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,The burden of your wrongs is on my head. Siegfried Sassoon voice battle men Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight. Siegfried Sassoon angel winter night Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans. Siegfried Sassoon men
