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Themes TRENCH LIFE &038 BATTLE coughing Like Hags Dulce Et decorousness Est, Wilfred Owen Guttering, choking, drowning Dulce Et decorum Est, Wilfred Owen Stuttering rifles rapid rattle hymn for ill-starred Youth, Wilfred Owen A capacious mass of things unclean A pulseless Boche, Robert carve Like about(prenominal) different kinds of Hell Brooke, in a letter on his day in the struggle So more than massiveness and derivation in the Earth Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks beyond the boundaries of hu gay behaviour -Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks The turned bemire and torn flesh of fight. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Meanwhile my ego etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud my afters aging etcetera, e. e. e. e. cummings You count at that places no limit to what a man can bear? Stanhope in journeys End, Sherriff LOSS They expected to miscarry Birdsong, Faulks A dust whom England bore The soldier, Brooke Gentleness, in hearts at peace, under an position Heaven The Soldier, B rooke As sc ared as any frightened child The Deserter, Letts flavour on the view of grief, the face of venerate June 1915, Charlotte Mew The soldier dying dies upon a kiss,The very kiss of Christ pass in England 1914, Alice Meynell The holy glimmer of goodbyes anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen Each boring gloaming a drawing down of blinds hymn For Doomed Youth, Owen PATRIOTISM Dulce et Decorum Est pro castria Mori Dulce Et Decorum Est, Owen Wholl give his country a hand? iWhos For The Game, Jessie pontiff my buzz off used to become hoarse talk of the town about how it was a privilege my sweet old etcetera, e. e. cummings Theres something instead romantic about it completely Osborne in Journeys End, Sherriff He looked splendid.It sort of do me feel bully to get out here capital of nary(prenominal)th Carolina in Journeys End, Sherriff My hatred of the Kaiser is love straight This Is No Case Of Petty remediate Or Wrong Thomas As we love ourselves, we hate her foe This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong, Thomas WOMEN AND THEIR ROLES You love us when were heroes Glory Of Wo manpower, Sassoon Come along lads Whos For The Game, Jessie Pope Isabel created one(a) hundreds (and hundreds) of socksmy sweet old etcetera, cummings Cant you tick it isnt decent, to flout and goad workforce into doing what is non asked of you? The Jingo-Woman, Helen Hamilton We dare not weep who moldiness be brave in participation Of each Who Died In Silence uttermost Away, Iris Tree Anyone bear on by the struggle is entitled to ack nowadaysledge upon it Nasheen caravan inn GENERAL Not quite realizewhat the fuss was about He Went For A Soldier, Ruth Mitchell The political errors and insincerities A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon A war of enmity and conquest A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon I am acting on behalf of soldiers A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon An exploration of how far men can be degraded Birdsong, Faulks You are g oing to iron out and you are going to win. Birdsong, Faulks They didnt suppose in shellshock at bothit was righteous cowardliness Regeneration, Pat Barker The sympathize with and terror the war experience needs evoked Regeneration, Pat Barker It solely seems rather silly, doesnt it? capital of North Carolina in Journeys End, Sherriff My subject is war and the pity of war. Wilfred Owen CRITICAL COMMENTS ON THE contend CANON Passive suffering is not a theme for poetry Yeats fight equates with ombat thus limiting the canon crowd Campbell The knowledge of combat is a requirement for the production of a literary text that adequately deals with war James Campbell Anyone affected by war is entitled to comment upon it Nasheen Khan The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war stimulate their hours with the enemy no less than render combatants Richard Eberhart Pre-WWI usualations The Charge of the Light aggroup by Alfred Lord Tennyson Disastrous incid ental in the Crimean war. Into the v tout ensembleey of terminal/ Rode the half-dozen hundred Celebrates devotion to duty and valorousness in the face of authoritative demise.The entrance of chivalry. Honour the Charge they made opus horse and hero fell patriotic, presents war positively. manyone had blunderd blames Generals interesting as it is ahead WWI, about the Boer war. So maybe veridical in this sense? Vitai Lampada, by Sir heat content Newbolt About the Boer War The Gatlings lamed and the colonel assassinated Presents the actuality of the war, reality. The sand of the desert is sodden unfounded realism, huge scale of death. each(prenominal)iteration of s and d. But the voice of a schoolboy ral impositions the ranks, play up Play up And play the game Compares war to a game of cricket, euphemism of war. Early War books (1914-1915) The Soldier by Rupert Brooke Some box seat of a contrary airfield/that is endlessly England Idealised. Accused of naivete and being a ridiculous pastoral. If I should die, think totally this of me More than a maudlin patriotic verse. The word think acts as a message from Brooke for people to withdraw him. A dialogue between the donjon (survivors and civilians) and the gone (or soon-to-be). The Call by Jessie Pope Jessie Pope (a. k. a Owens arch-nemesis ) was incredibly pro-war. Whos for the chuck are you, my laddie? Wholl follow the cut will you, my laddie? used for propaganda to immature soldiers. Men who March Away by Thomas uncompromising Thomas courageous didnt fight in war. compose in the opening days of war. Expresses feelings of those recruitment as war was meant to be everywhere by Christmas. Braggarts must surely gyp the dust sounds quaint &038 naive. A letter written by Julien Grenfell We are all awfully well, except those who stick out halt something Stopped something was slang for being excavation As the Teams encephalon Brass by Edward Thomas c olloquy between an elder ploughman and a speaker uncertain whether or not to enlist. have you been out and? No. And dont want to, peradventure? series of questions. Later Literature (1916-1918) all(prenominal) the Hills and Vales Along by Charles Hamilton Sorely And the singers optimism, art soldiers singers. This is immediately undercut by describing them as the chaps/who are going to die perhaps So be glad, when you are dormancy sleeping undertones of death, implicit suggestion of death as most desirable end, undeniable end for a soldier. Sow your felicity for earths reaping celebrate find out of fighting, earth someoneified, harvesting future merriment planted by soldiers. To the Gates of close with song Almost Tennyson- comparable enthusiasm, jazz upful death. first gear by the final line so be merry, so be of a sudden sober view of death compared to Brookes. To England A note by Ivor Gurney In this sonnet each seemingly patriotic parlance is und ercut. The boys of England focuses on the facts that the soldiers are no more than than boys, often estimable out of public school. The soldiers do in silence the things they have to do, war is literally unspeakable. A Dead Boche by Rupert Graves Speaks directly to those who only want to hear of blood and fame. A certain cure for lust of blood Brusquely ironic tone. Second stanza confronts the horrors of war head-on, he describes a German Corpse. sit and Scowled alliteration attaches these actions of a living person to the corpse. Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired still identifiable but the grisly blood turns corpse into an emblem of death. No mutual recognition or enjoy from one soldier to another (un handle W. Os statement I am the enemy you killed, my friend strange meeting) subscriber challenged to disagree with the claim that it is a certain cure for the lust of blood. Post-WWI Literature Journeys End by R. C Sherriff Set in a dug-out in trenches, it explo res tension in a group of officers defermenting for their attack. Names strain essential Englishness (Stanhope, Osborne, Raleigh, etc). Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks so horrific beyond a war dehumanised to an extent that This is not a war this is an exploration of how far men can be degraded dehumanising, bitterness of those who experience it, no reason hind end war. Modern. What Sebastian Faulks sets to explore in birdsong. (Stephen Wraysford) Glory of Women- Siegfried Sassoon 1917. Criticises those at home, particularly the women. You love us when were heroes, home on leave tread the terrible corpses, blind with blood O German motherwhile you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud. A Dead Boche Robert Graves 1916Wirtten from an anti war perspective, graphic descriptions record the true horror of war. Wars hell Sat a dead Boche, he scowled and stunk Big-bellied, spectacled, crop haired, Dribbling pitch blackness blood from nose and bea rd Diasbled- Wilfred Owen 1917 Shows a plastered anti-war view, criticises those at home who cannt see past the glory of war. Poem shows a new-fashioned boy who has been disabled by the war. Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer a goal The womens eyeball passed from him to the strong men that were whole why dont they come? Dulce et Decorum Est- Wilfred Owen 1917Again anti-war, satirises the view that war is a superb thing, and that it is an honour to die for ones country. Bent double, like beggars under sack, knock kneed and coughing like hags. As under a discolour sea, I saw him drowning gargling from the froth tainted lungs The old lie Dulce et Decorum est professional patria mori The Send Off- Wilfred Owen 1917 This poem has a melancholic tone, which has a sinister effect as the poem focuses on the death and destruction caused by war. lined the train with approach grimly gay Their breasts were stuck all uninfected with wreath and spray, as mens are, dead. lik e wrongs softened up they went A a few(prenominal), too few for drums and yells may creep back, silent up half known roads. Glory of Women- Siegfried Sassoon 1917. Criticises those at home, particularly the women. You love us when were heroes, home on leave He looked splendid. It sort of made me feel acuate to get out here Raleigh in Journeys End, Sherriff Rupert Brooke patriotic There is some corner of a foreign field That is forever England Sassoon Does it matter? Losing your legs? The turned footing and torn flesh of war. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Charles Sorley nor honour. It is easy to be deadEdmund Blunden Vlamertinghe who are these coming to the return? Quiet protest Ivor Gurney Beauty globe consolation sung on the vibe strings Inspiring Sir Henry Newbolt Vitai Lampada (the fire of life) Play up Play up And play the game Jessie Pope Whos for the game? Regeneration Sassoon A hundred years from now theyll still be ploughing up skulls. Owen, Disabled All o f them touch him like some left(p) disease. The holy glimmer of goodbyes Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen Strange Meeting 1)Hill says in the Authors Notes that her clean is a microcosm of the ar to create a small world in the great would of the war-she focusses on 2 principal(prenominal) characters John Hilliard and David Blunden which makes it easier to communicate what the war was all about arther than taking a much larger perspective 2)the lack of apprehensiveness of the coward complacence as Sassoon puts it is another composition found in this novel-Hilliard goes home on leave and says noone knew, nobody understood recruitment The Call By Jessie Pope Whod rather wait a bit The Volunteer By Herbert Asquith lifes tournament The Call By Robert Venede lad man escapist brothers In Flanders Field By John McCrae necessitate up our quarrel Futility and Despair Dulce et Decorum Est By Owen vile incurable sores on innocent tongues Lamplight By May Wedderburn Cannan we plan to sha ke the world together Anthem for Doomed Youth By Owen each slow dusk, a drawing down of blinds apology pro Poemate Meo By Owen hopes lay strewn Birdsong By Faulks he himself did not believe there was a purpose to the war All Quiet on the westward Front By Remarque weary, broken, burntout and without hope Patriotism and Glorifying War The Soldier By Brooke some corner of a foreign field which is forever England The Call By Venede ogres faeries princes This is no case of petty right of wrong By Edward Thomas She (England) is all we know and bouncing by Channel Firing By brazen-faced Camelot, and starlit stonehenge Peace By Brooke as swimmers into cleanness dance Happy is England Now By John Freema destroying potassium bitartrate Men Who March Away By Hardy Englands need are we Journeys End By Sherriff Theres something rather romantic about it all (Osbourne) tangible Damage Disabled By Owen The womens eye passed from him to the strong men that were whole The Ghost Road By Pat Bar ker damaged brains and tearful mouths The Conscript By Wilfred Gibson mangled limbs, blind eyes All Quiet on the Western Front By Remarque we see men without mouths, jaws, without faces A Dead Boche By Graves smutty blood oozing from his nose and beard In Memoriam By EA Mackintosh base writhing bodies Class Oh What a pleasant War By Littlewood and discipline Workshop Blunders of boobies (Mrs Pankhurst) The Chances By Owen Over the top tomorrer boys were for it Strange Meeting By Susan Hill not the natural chumminess to be found among the officers Return of the Heroes By Sassoon Prussian General and Sir divinityfrey StoomerMourning A Girls Song By Katharine Tynan My grief is in the crying rains The Falling Leaves By Margaret Postgate Cole now all withering lay Afterwards By Margaret Postgate Cole shall you and I ever be young again? August 1914 By John Masefield So passionate once, so deep Now that you too muct suddenly go away By Eleanor Farjeon By fadeless love, which has no first of last Do Not Weep By Stephen Crane A field where a thousand corpses lie Letters From a Lost Generation By Vera Brittain Letters talking about her fiances death Cowardice The Jingo-Woman By Helen Hamilton dealer in white feathers, insulter, self appointed Birdsong By Faulks list of men executed for cowardice Recruiting By Mackintosh Cant you see them thanking God theyre over forty-one? Regeneration By Pat Barker They didnt believe in shell-shock it was just cowardice Post War Thoughts Blackadder Goes Forth By Curtis and Elton Not even our generals are made enough to shell their own men Oh What a Lovely War By Littlewood and Theatre Workshop it is slaughter(soldier) we need one big offensive to break by dint of (Haig) Aftermath By Sassoon Have you forgotten yet?