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Who would not die for England
This great thought,
Through centuries of Glory handed down By storied vault in monumental fane,
And homeless grave in lone barbaric lands,

The pure, the bright, the
That stirred our hearts in youth,
The impulses to wordless prayer,
The streams of love and truth,

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.

If, after I die, they should want to write my biography,
There's nothing simpler
I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death
In between the one thing and the other all the days aremine

All night the army came up from
To get to the killing field, and that's all
In the ground, warf and woof, lay the dead
I want to die in My own bed

O woman, shapely as the swan,
On your account I shall not die:
The men you've slain — a trivial clan — Were less than I
I ask me shall I die for these — For blossom teeth and scarlet lips — And shall that delicate swan-shape Bring m...

The night is so still, the streets are at rest,
This is the house that my love graced,
This is the town she’s long since left,
But the house is here in the selfsame place

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage
Then the almost unnameable lust returns
Even then I have nothing against life

If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,