And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls
To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. Blighters (l. 7-8). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.)

Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads, those ashen-gray
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. Aftermath (l. l9-21). . . Modern British Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (7th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.)

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Drawing no dividend from time's to-morrows.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. Dreamers (l. 1-2). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

mocked by hopeless longing to regain
Bank-holidays, and picture shows, and spats,
And going to the office in the train.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. Dreamers (l. 12-14). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. The Heart's Journey, no. 7 (1928).)

But he did for them both by his plan of attack.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. The General. . . Oxford Book of Light Verse, The. W. H. Auden, ed. (1938) Oxford University Press.)

At last, with sweat of horror in his hair,
He climbed through darkness to the twilight air,
Unloading hell behind him step by step.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. The Rear-Guard (l. 23-25). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

And Bert's gone syphilitic: you'll not find
A chap who's served that hasn't found some change.'
And the Bishop said: 'The ways of God are strange!'

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. They (l. 10-12). . . Oxford Book of Satirical Verse, The. Geoffrey Grigson, comp. (1980) Oxford University Press.)

O, but Everyone
Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be
done.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. Everyone Sang (l. 9-10). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.)

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land.
...
Soldiers are sworn to action; they must win
Some flaming, fatal climax with their lives.
Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin
They think of firelit homes, clean beds and wives.

(Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967), British poet. "Dreamers," st. 1, Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918).)