 Stare up at caverned darkness winking white. You in the bomb-scorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock, You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on, Half dazed for want of sleep. No dream could mock Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone. You did not...  The Old Huntsman– And Other Poems - 53 psl.autoriai: Siegfried Sassoon - 1918 - 109 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Frank Foxcroft - 1918 - 324 psl.
...big-bellied horses with stiff legs; And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight, Stare up at cavern'd darkness winking white. You in the bomb-scorched kilt,...Jock, You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on, Half-dazed for want of sleep: no dream could mock Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone. You... | |
 | Frank Foxcroft - 1918 - 328 psl.
...bloody-fingered from the fight, Stare up at cavern'd darkness winking white. You in the bomb-seorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock, You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on, Half-dazed for want of sleep : no dream could mock Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone.... | |
 | 1926 - 780 psl.
...big-bellied horses with stiff legs; And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight, Stare up at cavern'd darkness winking white. You in the bomb-scorched kilt,...Jock, You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on, Half-dazed for want of sleep: no dream could mock Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone. You... | |
 | Martin Gilbert - 2006 - 374 psl.
...And the stench undefmable.' Thirty -year-old Sassoon wrote about this scene in one of his war poems: The road goes crawling up a long hillside, All ruts...stumbled on, Half dazed for want of sleep. No dream would mock Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone. You did not feel her arms about your knees,... | |
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