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id: 40462
author: Johnston, Annie F. (Annie Fellows)
title: It Was the Road to Jericho
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words: 650
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flesch: 91
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summary:
  [Illustration] Where all the woe of all the world Upon His heart had lain And all the sin of earth pressed sore There gleamed that double stain. It was the Road to Jericho [Illustration] [Illustration] It was the Road to Jericho By Annie Fellows Johnston Author of The Little Colonel· The Desert of Waiting· Etc. ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN R NEILL NEW YORK BRITTON PUBLISHING COMPANY


id: 36094
author: Strang, Alan L.
title: Our Boys, and Other Poems
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words: 2215
sentence: 121
flesch: 89
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summary:
  And may your heart be gay; May Santa bring you many things, This Merry Christmas day. Alan L. Strang Born August 18th, 1908 Died January 29th, 1919


id: 20123
author: Van Dyke, Henry
title: Golden Stars, and Other Verses Following "The Red Flower"
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words: 2919
sentence: 151
flesch: 85
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summary:
  A peaceful man must fight For that which peace demands,-- Freedom and faith, honor and right, Defend with heart and hands. IV But many a lad we hold Dear in our heart of hearts Is missing from the home-returning host.


id: 37154
author: O'Hagan, Thomas
title: Songs of Heroic Days
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words: 3880
sentence: 185
flesch: 85
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summary:
  For the spots on the Sun are all occupied With a race descended from Mars; So there's no place in the heavens for _schrecklich_ Wilhelm, Not even among the Stars. Mail_ and _Empire_ of Toronto, and the _Free Press_ of Detroit, Michigan.


id: 33681
author: Various
title: Poems of the Great War Published on the Behalf of the Prince of Wales's National Relief Fund
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words: 4397
sentence: 243
flesch: 88
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summary:
  What is the price of that dead man they brought me? For other dead men do not look the same. And her own feet were caught in nets of gold, And her own soul profaned by sects that squirm, And little men climbed her high seats and sold Her honour to the vulture and the worm.


id: 35780
author: Palmer, Herbert E. (Herbert Edward)
title: Two Fishers, and Other Poems
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words: 4475
sentence: 254
flesch: 90
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summary:
  But another country smiled to me And made me quiet nooks, Where men crushed for me the grapes of joy, And talked to me of books. Life ran high there; men nourished their hates And slashed with swords.


id: 52559
author: Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
title: The Ballad of Ensign Joy
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words: 5515
sentence: 109
flesch: 64
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summary:
  provided by the Internet Archive THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY By E.W. Hornung E. P. Dutton & Company 1917 THE BALLAD of ENSIGN JOY [Ill 0001] [Ill 0007] [Ill 9011] IS is the story of ````Ensign Joy ````And the obsolete `````rank withal ````That I love for each gentle English `````boy ````Who jumped to his country's `````call. ````By their fire and fun, and the `````deeds they've done, ````I would gazette them Second to `````none ````Who faces a gun in Gaul!) |THE Sergeant sees it, and `````damns the cause ````In a truly terrible flow; ````But turns and trounces, without `````a pause, ````A junior N. C. O. ````For the crime of agreeing that ````Ensign Joy ````Isn't altogether the officer boy ````That he was four months ago! |AT length he's dumfounded `````(the month being May) ````By a sample of Ermyntrude's `````fun! ````You will kindly get leave _over ````Christmas Day_, ````Or make haste and finish the ````But Christmas means presents, `````she bids him beware: ````So what do you say to a son and `````heir?


id: 47144
author: Graves, Robert
title: Over the Brazier
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words: 3813
sentence: 209
flesch: 88
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summary:
  PART I.--Poems Mostly Written at Charterhouse--1910-1914 STAR-TALK Are you awake, Gemelli, This frosty night? Are you cold too, poor Pleiads, This frosty night? Yes, and so are the Hyads: See us cuddle and hug, say the Pleiads, All six in a ring: it keeps us warm: We huddle together like birds in a storm: It's bitter weather to-night, It's bitter weather to-night.


id: 35996
author: Bewsher, Paul
title: The Dawn Patrol, and other poems of an aviator
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words: 5229
sentence: 333
flesch: 92
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summary:
  So do I love to travel on Through lonely skies, myself alone; For then the feverish fret is gone Which on this earth I oft have known. Then I could enshrine each fleeting hue Which dyes the woodland, and enslave the blue Of sky and haze, with genius divine.


id: 9388
author: Van Dyke, Henry
title: The Red Flower: Poems Written in War Time
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words: 5030
sentence: 227
flesch: 85
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summary:
  THE GLORY OF SHIPS The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats through the roaring surf, and the spread of the world began; The glory of ships is a light on the sea, and a star in the story of man. It will live if you safeguard the round-the-world road from the shame of a selfish ban; For the glory of ships is a light on the sea, and a star in the story of man!


id: 41985
author: Jenkins, Elinor
title: Poems
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words: 5292
sentence: 305
flesch: 88
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summary:
  Sweet eyes of my sweet slain Lost all these weary hours, Lo, I beheld again Turned into flowers. Strong limbs whereon the wasted life blood dries, And soft cheeks that a girl might wish her own, A scholar's brow, o'ershadowing valiant eyes, Henceforth shall pleasure charnel-worms alone.


id: 38071
author: Doyle, Arthur Conan
title: The Guards Came Through, and Other Poems
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words: 6628
sentence: 400
flesch: 91
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summary:
  Fair Ypres was a relic of the soul of other days, A poet's dream, a wanderer's delight, We will keep it as a symbol of your brute Teutonic ways That millions yet unborn may come and curse you as they gaze At this token of your impotence and spite. And yet the hush Shivers and trembles with some subtle stir, Some far-off throbbing like a muffled drum, Beaten in broken rhythm oversea, To play the last funereal march of some Who die to-day that Europe may be free.


id: 52561
author: Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
title: The Young Guard
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words: 6432
sentence: 336
flesch: 90
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summary:
  Still trustful of his wondrous luck-- Prepared to take on old man Kluck!' Awed only in the peaceful spells, And only scornful of their shells, His beaming eye yet found delight In ruins lit by flares at night, In clover field and hedgerow green, Apart from cover or a screen, In Nature spurting spick-and-span For all the devilries of Man. YET it's good to be back with the old platoon-- A man in a world of men!


id: 34966
author: Manning, Frederic
title: Eidola
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words: 7477
sentence: 358
flesch: 85
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summary:
  Sweetly their feet stir the young grasses, they lie coiled In clear dark waters, or couched in the thickets, Their whiteness dappled with shadow, So might I forget again the sword of thy beauty And the desire that looked out from thine eyes, until mine heart leapt Forth to meet it, and was seared in the flame. Blow, hunt the piled clouds that lash the earth with rain; Roar among the swayed branches; sing shrilly in the grass, Burdening the pines with the music of pain; For mine eyes desire the stars.


id: 8930
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
title: Counter-Attack and Other Poems
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words: 7922
sentence: 475
flesch: 88
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summary:
  There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,-- Not people killed in battle,--they're in France,-- But horrible shapes in shrouds--old men who died Slow, natural deaths,--old men with ugly souls, Who wore their bodies out with nasty sins. * * Old soldiers never die; they simply fide a-why!


id: 10122
author: Graves, Robert
title: Fairies and Fusiliers
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words: 8239
sentence: 459
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Must winds that cut like blades of steel And sunsets swimming in Volnay, The holiest, cruellest pains I feel, Die stillborn, because old men squeal For something new: Write something new: We've read this poem--that one too, And twelve more like 'em yesterday? Shall I make a gentle song Here in my firelit study, When outside the winds blow strong And the lanes are muddy? With old wine and drowsy meats Am I to fill my belly?


id: 14757
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
title: The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
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words: 10183
sentence: 628
flesch: 91
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summary:
  Here where they died Are stretched big-bellied horses with stiff legs; And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight, Stare up at caverned darkness winking white. There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,-- Not people killed in battle,--they're in France,-- But horrible shapes in shrouds--old men who died Slow, natural deaths,--old men with ugly souls, Who wore their bodies out with nasty sins.


id: 45199
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
title: The War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon
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words: 10136
sentence: 652
flesch: 92
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summary:
  There must be crowds of ghosts among the trees,-- Not people killed in battle,--they're in France,-- But horrible shapes in shrouds--old men who died Slow, natural deaths,--old men with ugly souls, Who wore their bodies out with nasty sins. Here where they died Are stretched big-bellied horses with stiff legs; And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight, Stare up at caverned darkness winking white.


id: 34269
author: Plattsburgh Barracks (N.Y.)
title: Rookie rhymes, by the men of the 1st and 2nd provisional training regiments, Plattsburg, New York
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sentence: 550
flesch: 88
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  35 J. S. O'Neale, Jr., Co. 4, 2d P. T. R. THE PLATTSBURG CODE 36 R. L. Hill, Co. 5, 2d P. T. R. A CONFERENCE 38 Donald E. Currier, 2d Battery, 1st P. T. R. SUNDAY IN BARRACKS 41 Anch Kline, Co. 1, 1st P. T. R. THE BALLAD OF MONTMORENCY GRAY 43 Pendleton King, Co. 6, 2d P. T. R. GIRLS 51 Robert M. Benjamin, Co. 3, 1st P. T. R. A LAMENT 52 H. Chapin, Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. THE MANUAL 53 George S. Clarkson, Co. 4, 1st P. T. R. THOSE PATRIOTIC SONGS 55 Frank J. Felbel, Co. 2, 2d P. T. R. SATURDAY P.M. 58 Harold Amory, Co. 5, 1st P. T. R. HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED 62 C. K. Stodder, Co. 9, 1st P. T. R. ARMA FEMINAMQUE 63 W. R. Witherell, Co. 7, 2d P. T. R. OUT O' LUCK 65 W. K. Rainsford, Co. 7, 2d P. T. R. SHERMAN WAS RIGHT 69 Joe F. Trounstine, Co. 4, 2d P. T. R. TROOPSHIP CHANTY 70 Harold Speakman, Co. 4, 2d P. T. R. THOSE RUMORS 71 F. L. Bird, 2d Battery, 1st P. T. R. WAR'S HORRORS 72 Kenneth McIntosh, 2d Lieut. Burrows, Co. 3, 1st P. T. R. PREOCCUPATION 80 Charles H. Ramsey, Co. 8, 1st P. T. R. INOCULATION DAY 83 Morris Bishop, Co. 8, 1st P. T. R. DON'T WEAKEN 85 R. T. Fry, Co. 5, 1st P. T. R. THE THREE 87 Harold Speakman, Co. 4, 2d P. T. R. TO THE LITTLE BLACK DOG 89 A. N. Phillips, Jr., 3d Battery, 1st P. T. R. WHEN EAST IS WEST 90 W. R. Witherell, Co. 7, 2d P. T. R. TO MY SWEETHEART 92 Every Rookie in Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. PLAY THE GAME 93 E. F. D., Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. THE STADIUM, PLATTSBURG 95 Harold Speakman, Co. 4, 1st P. T. R. RUBAIYAT OF A PLATTSBURG CANDIDATE 96 W. Kerr Rainsford, Co. 7, 1st P. T. R. DREAMS 99 L. Irving, Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. A 2D REGIMENT WHO'S WHO 101 J. Elmer Cates, Co. 2, 2d P. T. R. EUREKA 105 E. F. D., Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. FOURTH COMPANY, N. E. SONG 106 George S. Clarkson, Co. 4, 1st P. T. R. PART II--SONGS AND PARODIES LONG, LONG TRAIL 109 G. Gilmore Davis, Co. 10, 1st P. T. R. WILLIE'S PA 110 J. Felbel and L. H. Davidow, Co. 2, 2d P. T. R. COMPANY 2, NEW ENGLAND 112 Paul J. Field, Co. 2, 1st P. T. R. TO THE RESERVE CAVALRY 113 F. E. Horpel, Co. 9, 1st P. T. R. WE'RE ON OUR WAY TO DEUTSCHLAND 114 Lieut.


id: 15937
author: Baukhage, Hilmar R. (Hilmar Robert)
title: "I was there" with the Yanks on the western front, 1917-1919
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words: 4835
sentence: 335
flesch: 80
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summary:
  [Illustration: Wagon train] bucks: Maud and Mud [Illustration: (goat feeding from mess kit)] Former refugee--now mascot and the only man in the outfit who likes monkey meat [Illustration: Yanks with French Type of Anti-Aircraft] [Illustration: After the German Retreat] After the German Retreat Cleaning up old quarry used by Fritz as a barracks--Chemin-des-Dames [Illustration: Wagon Soldiers (nickname for artillerymen)]


id: 41944
author: Bower, John Graham
title: On Patrol
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words: 13411
sentence: 604
flesch: 86
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summary:
  We hear behind us now and then The voices of the grooms, And bickerings of serving-men Come faintly from the rooms; But let them squabble as they please, we will not turn aside, But--curse to think it was for them that fighting men have died. If Thou hadst not guided us and drawn us there to fight, We never should have closed with them--Thy seas are dark and broad.


id: 20072
author: Appleton, Everard Jack
title: With the Colors Songs of the American Service
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words: 13434
sentence: 691
flesch: 91
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summary:
  Maybe he was soft at first--ev'rybody's that; Golfing was his hardest labor then; Now he's in the Service (where you don't grow fat), Digging, drilling, like us other men. If you wasn't 'much of a soldier,' or shirked in your duty--well, say, What sort of a chance have other men got when tested on Judgment Day?


id: 56037
author: Golding, Louis
title: Sorrow of War: Poems
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words: 13195
sentence: 856
flesch: 94
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summary:
  And green eyes blink and shift Through every monstrous tree. And I shall have green eyes Within a phantom tree.


id: 59800
author: Sassoon, Siegfried
title: Picture-Show
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words: 5948
sentence: 403
flesch: 91
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summary:
  PARTED Sleepless I listen to the surge and drone And drifting roar of the town's undertone; Till through quiet falling rain I hear the bells Tolling and chiming their brief tune that tells Day's midnight end. O living flowers against the heedless blue Of summer days, what sends them dancing through This fiery-blossom'd revel of the hours?


id: 13886
author: Christian, W. E.
title: Rhymes of the Rookies Sunny Side of Soldier Service
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words: 15680
sentence: 931
flesch: 90
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summary:
  They showed me good looking chromos of good looking soldier men, With little V's upon their sleeves and hats they shone like tin; THAT UNIFORM Tis strange, but yet 'tis true, we see Sane men who seem to think that we, Who wear the blue, are not the same As other men.


id: 1034
author: Owen, Wilfred
title: Poems
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words: 7403
sentence: 437
flesch: 88
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summary:
  For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping something has been left, Which must die now. And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hid Its bruises in the earth, but crawled no further, Showed me its feet, the feet of many men, And the fresh-severed head of it, my head.


id: 8433
author: Lehmann, R. C. (Rudolf Chambers)
title: The Vagabond and Other Poems from Punch
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words: 16539
sentence: 572
flesch: 80
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summary:
  He could not brook--and always so declared-- The weak pomposities of little men, Scorned all the tin-gods of our petty world, And plunged headlong into imprudences, And smashed conventions with a reckless zeal, Holding his luck and not himself to blame For aught that might betide when reckoning came. For, lo, he comes, your tricksy little friend, From the clear caverns of his crystal home Beyond the tossing ridges of the foam: Planner of sandy romps and wet delights, Robin the Sea-boy, prince of ocean-sprites, Is come, is come to lead you in your play And fill your hearts with mirth and jocund sport to-day!


id: 27126
author: Oxenham, John
title: 'All's Well!'
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words: 15871
sentence: 1057
flesch: 94
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summary:
  Thy Lord--who died alike for these and thee. Dear Lord!-- When in our troubled hearts we ponder this, We can but wonder at Thy wrath delayed,-- We can but wonder that Thy hand is stayed,-- We can but wonder at Thy sufferance Of man, whom Thou in Thine own image made, When he that image doth so sore degrade!


id: 16904
author: Dyson, Edward
title: 'Hello, Soldier!' Khaki Verse
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mime: text/plain
words: 16095
sentence: 874
flesch: 91
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summary:
  He'd chat him confidential, 'n' he'd pet 'n' paw the moke; He'd tickle him, 'n' flatter him, 'n' try him with a joke; 'N' presently that neddy sobers up, 'n' sez Ive course, Since you puts it that way, cobber, I will be a better horse. We're marchin' out, we dunno where, to meet we dunno who; But here we lights eventual, 'n' sighs 'n' slips the kit, 'N', 'struth, the first to take us on is Mickie Mollynoo!


id: 19358
author: Cosens, Abner
title: War Rhymes by Wayfarer
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 19169
sentence: 875
flesch: 87
cache: cache/19358.txt
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summary:
  Ven ve shoots all our cartridge avay, Und de vagons don't pring any more; Ven our shells get more scarce efry day, Mit our shirts und our breechaloons tore, Und de shmokes und de limburger done (Dot is spreading it on britty tick), Den I tells you it isn't no fun Ven dose poys vill trow bombs mit a shtick. Der Kaiser's men come, Und de cherries all pick from de trees, Den dey take all mine apples and plum, Und mine carrots und cabbages seize; De potatoes dey got mit de rest, Und, pecause I vould raise von beeg row, Dey shoost tell me, pull down mit mine vest Und dey call me von noisy old frau.


id: 60371
author: Browne, Thaddeus A. (Thaddeus Augustine)
title: The Belgian Mother, and Ballads of Battle Time
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mime: text/plain
words: 15509
sentence: 621
flesch: 81
cache: cache/60371.txt
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summary:
  In such a plight, as veterans might have blanched before and failed, They stood uncowed with spirits proud and hearts that never quailed. Then here's to you, gallant Poilu, with you're heart so light and gay.


id: 592
author: Lindsay, Vachel
title: The Chinese Nightingale, and Other Poems
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mime: text/plain
words: 16402
sentence: 1025
flesch: 87
cache: cache/592.txt
txt: txt/592.txt
summary:
  And here lived old King Silver Dreams, Always at his prayers. While the monster shadows glower and creep, What can be better for man than sleep? I will tell you a secret, Chang replied; My breast with vision is satisfied, And I see green trees and fluttering wings, And my deathless bird from Shanghai sings.


id: 16632
author: Guest, Edgar A. (Edgar Albert)
title: Over Here
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mime: text/plain
words: 26214
sentence: 1122
flesch: 88
cache: cache/16632.txt
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summary:
  The drums may play and the flags may fly, And our boys may don the brown and blue, And the call that summons brave men to die Is the call for glorious women, too. What though our guns must speak, What though brave men must die, Ages of truth to come All this shall justify.


id: 53621
author: Ledwidge, Francis
title: The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge with Introductions by Lord Dunsany
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mime: text/plain
words: 21330
sentence: 1067
flesch: 89
cache: cache/53621.txt
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summary:
  If ever an age needed beautiful little songs our age needs them; and I know few songs more peaceful and happy, or better suited to soothe the scars on the mind of those who have looked on certain places, of which the prophecy in the gospels seems no more than an ominous hint when it speaks of the abomination of desolation. And when the darkness muffles up the skies Still to be happy is her sole desire, She sings sweet songs about a great emprise, And sees a garden blowing in the fire.


id: 315
author: Service, Robert W. (Robert William)
title: Rhymes of a Red Cross Man
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 26419
sentence: 1705
flesch: 96
cache: cache/315.txt
txt: txt/315.txt
summary:
  It's looking like hell, but--you never can tell: Carry on, old man! SAW_ to go for--it made an agreeable change.


id: 39614
author: Nichols, Robert
title: Ardours and Endurances; Also, A Faun's Holiday & Poems and Phantasies
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mime: text/plain
words: 24691
sentence: 1617
flesch: 91
cache: cache/39614.txt
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summary:
  Entreat you for such hearts as break With the premonitory ache Of bodies, whose feet, hands, and side, Must soon be torn, pierced, crucified. Next, to the sole, trilling flute And your own subduèd laughter Flutter all in throngs and mazes, Chase in streams of ardent faces, With bright eyes and oped mouth mute.


id: 617
author: Seeger, Alan
title: Poems
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words: 36552
sentence: 1288
flesch: 72
cache: cache/617.txt
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summary:
  I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When--with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray -- Their graves in every town are garlanded, That pious tribute should be given too To our intrepid few Obscurely fallen here beyond the seas. I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade, When Spring comes back with rustling shade And apple-blossoms fill the air -- I have a rendezvous with Death When Spring brings back blue days and fair.


id: 353
author: McCrae, John
title: In Flanders Fields, and Other Poems
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mime: text/plain
words: 29253
sentence: 1604
flesch: 83
cache: cache/353.txt
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summary:
  May day! As we sat on the road we began to see the French stragglers--men without arms, wounded men, teams, wagons, civilians, refugees--some by the roads, some across country, all talking, shouting--the very picture of debacle.


id: 46427
title: The Great War in Verse and Prose
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words: 33031
sentence: 1595
flesch: 79
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summary:
  There was the mutter and rumble and roar of great guns.... I have no complaint whatever to make about the response to my appeals for men--and I may mention that the progress in the military training of those who have already enlisted is most remarkable; the country may well be proud of them--but I shall want more men, and still more, till the enemy is crushed.


id: 8820
title: A Treasury of War Poetry: British and American Poems of the World War 1914-1917
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words: 43212
sentence: 2284
flesch: 86
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summary:
  They had hot scent across the spumy sea, _Gehenna_ and her sister, swift _Shaitan_, That in the pack, with _Goblin_, _Eblis_ ran And many a couple more, full cry, foot-free; The dog-fox and his brood were fain to flee, But bare of fang and dangerous to the van That pressed them close. Mr. Alfred Noyes:--Princeton, May, 1917; The Searchlights (London _Times_), A Prayer in Time of War (London _


