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Themes TRENCH LIFE & BATTLE cough up Like Hags Dulce Et decorum Est, Wilfred Owen Guttering, choking, drowning Dulce Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen Stuttering rifles rapid rattle Anthem for ill-starred Youth, Wilfred Owen A great pack of things unclean A Dead Boche, Robert Graves Like several different kinds of Hell Brooke, in a letter on his day in the war So much muscle and blood in the Earth Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Beyond the boundaries of human behaviour -Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks The turned soil and torn flesh of war. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Meanwhile my ego etcetera lay quietly in the deep mud my sweet old etcetera, e. e. cummings You c entirely back theres no limit to what a man can bear? Stanhope in excursions End, Sherriff LOSS They expected to drop dead Birdsong, Faulks A dust whom England bore The pass, Brooke Gentleness, in hearts at peace, under an English Heaven The Soldier, Brooke As scared as any frightened child The Deserter, Letts sounding o n the face of grief, the face of dread June 1915, Charlotte Mew The pass dying dies upon a embrace,The very kiss of Christ Summer in England 1914, Alice Meynell The holy glimmer of goodbyes Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen Each slow dip a drawing down of blinds Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen PATRIOTISM Dulce et Decorum Est Pro whangria Mori Dulce Et Decorum Est, Owen Wholl feast his country a hand? iWhos For The Game, Jessie Pope my father used to become hoarse talk intimately how it was a privilege my sweet old etcetera, e. e. cummings Theres something rather wild-eyed about it exclusively Osborne in Journeys End, Sherriff He looked splendid.It sort of made me feel perspicacious to get out here capital of North Carolina in Journeys End, Sherriff My hatred of the Kaiser is love true This Is No plate Of Petty Right 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 wer e heroes Glory Of Wo workforce, Sassoon keep down along confreres Whos For The Game, Jessie Pope Isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socksmy sweet old etcetera, cummings Cant you put one across it isnt decent, to flout and goad men into doing what is non asked of you? The Jingo-Woman, Helen Hamilton We dare not weep who must be bear in battle Of All Who Died In Silence Far Away, Iris Tree Anyone affected by the war is entitled to call attention upon it Nasheen Khan GENERAL Not quite clearwhat the fuss was about He Went For A Soldier, Ruth Mitchell The political errors and insincerities A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon A war of aggressiveness 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 going to mesh and you are going to win. Birdsong, Faulks They didnt believe in shellshock at allit was just cowardice Regenerati on, Pat doggy The pity and terror the war experience inevitably evoked Regeneration, Pat Barker It all seems rather silly, doesnt it? Raleigh in Journeys End, Sherriff My subject is war and the pity of war. Wilfred Owen life-sustaining COMMENTS ON THE WAR CANON Passive suffering is not a theme for poetry Yeats war equates with ombat thus limiting the canon James Campbell The knowledge of combat is a prerequisite 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 have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants Richard Eberhart Pre-WWI Literature The budge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson Disastrous incident in the Crimean war. Into the valley of death/ Rode the hexad hundred Celebrates devotion to duty and heroism in the face of certain death.The glamour of chivalry. Honour the ch annelise they made While horse and hero fell patriotic, presents war positively. Someone had blunderd blames Generals interesting as it is forrader WWI, about the Boer war. So perhaps realistic in this sense? Vitai Lampada, by Sir Henry Newbolt About the Boer war The Gatlings lamed and the colonel dead Presents the actuality of the war, reality. The sand of the desert is sodden dead realism, huge scale of death. Alliteration of s and d. But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks, play up Play up And play the high Compares war to a game of cricket, euphemism of war. Early War Literature (1914-1915) The Soldier by Rupert Brooke Some boxwood of a foreign field/that is forever England Idealised. Accused of naivete and being a ridiculous pastoral. If I should die, think only this of me More than a sentimental patriotic verse. The word think acts as a message from Brooke for people to remember him. A dialogue between the living (survivors and civilians) and the dead (or soon-to-be). The foreshadow by Jessie Pope Jessie Pope (a. k. a Owens arch-nemesis ) was incredibly pro-war. Whos for the trench are you, my laddie? Wholl follow the french will you, my laddie? used for propaganda to young soldiers. Men who jar against Away by Thomas intrepid Thomas fearless didnt fight in war. Written in the opening days of war. Expresses feelings of those enlisting as war was meant to be over by Christmas. Braggarts must surely bite the dust sounds antiquated & naive. A letter written by Julien Grenfell We are all awfully well, except those who have halt something Stopped something was slang for being shot As the Teams Head Brass by Edward Thomas Conversation between an elder ploughman and a speaker uncertain whether or not to enlist. have you been out yet? No. And dont want to, perhaps? series of questions. afterward Literature (1916-1918) All the Hills and Vales Along by Charles Hamilton Sorely And the singers optimism, calli ng soldiers singers. This is immediately undercut by describing them as the chaps/who are going to die perhaps So be glad, when you are sleeping sleeping undertones of death, implicit suggestion of death as most desirable end, inevitable end for a soldier. Sow your cheer for earths reaping celebrate chance of fighting, earth personified, harvesting future happiness planted by soldiers. To the Gates of Death with song Almost Tennyson-like enthusiasm, cheerful death. Offset by the final line so be merry, so be dead sober view of death compared to Brookes. To England A note by Ivor Gurney In this sonnet each seemingly patriotic phrase is undercut. The boys of England focuses on the facts that the soldiers are no more(prenominal) than boys, often just 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. Sat and Scowled alliteration attaches these actions of a living person to the corpse. Big-bellied, spectacled, rake-haired still identifiable but the dim blood turns corpse into an emblem of death. No mutual recognition or respect from one soldier to another (unlike W. Os statement I am the enemy you killed, my friend strange meeting) endorser 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 explores tension in a group of officers waiting for their attack. Names emphasise 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 behind 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 charge up 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 black blood from nose and beard Diasbled- Wilfred Owen 1917 Shows a strong anti-war view, criticises those at home who cannt see past the glory of war. Poem shows a young boy who has been disabled by the war. Some cheered him home, but not as crowds cheer a goal The womens eyes passed from him to the strong men that were whole wherefore dont they come? Dulce et Decorum Est- Wilfred Owen 1917Again anti-war, satirises the view that war is a glorious 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 honey oil sea, I saw him drowning gargling from the froth corrupted lungs The old lie Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori The Send Off- Wilfred Owen 1917 This verse has a melancholic tone, which has a sinister effect as the poem focuses on the death and desolation caused by war. lined the train with faced grimly gay Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray, as mens are, dead. like wrongs hushed up they went A few, 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 feelkeen to get out here Raleigh in Journeys End, Sherriff Rupert Brooke patriotic There is some c orner of a foreign field That is forever England Sassoon Does it head? Losing your legs? The turned soil 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 pass? Quiet protest Ivor Gurney Beauty Man consolation sung on the quivering strings inspire Sir Henry Newbolt Vitai Lampada (the torch 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 of them touch him like some queer disease. The holy glimmer of goodbyes Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen Strange Meeting 1)Hill says in the Authors Notes that her novel is a microcosm of the ar to create a small arena in the great would of the war-she focusses on 2 main characters John Hilliard and David Blunden which makes it easier to communicate what the war was all about arther than taking a much larger pe rspective 2)the lack of understanding of the coward complacence as Sassoon puts it is another idea 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 dreamer brothers In Flanders Field By John McCrae Take up our quarrel Futility and Despair Dulce et Decorum Est By Owen vile incurable sores on innocent tongues Lamplight By May Wedderburn Cannan we planned to shake the cosmos 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 intent to the war All Quiet on the western sandwich 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 faerie s princes This is no case of junior right of wrong By Edward Thomas She (England) is all we know and live by Channel Firing By Hardy Camelot, and starlit stonehenge Peace By Brooke as swimmers into cleanness leaping Happy is England Now By John Freema destroying Dragon Men Who March Away By Hardy Englands need are we Journeys End By Sherriff Theres something rather romantic about it all (Osbourne) natural Damage Disabled By Owen The womens eyes passed from him to the strong men that were whole The Ghost Road By Pat Barker damaged brains and drooping 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 Black blood seepage from his nose and beard In Memoriam By EA Mackintosh piteous writhing bodies Class Oh What a gentle War By Littlewood and Theatre Workshop Blunders of boobies (Mrs Pankhurst) The Chances By Owen Over the top tomorrer boys were for it Stran ge Meeting By Susan Hill not the natural camaraderie to be found among the officers Return of the Heroes By Sassoon Prussian General and Sir Godfrey StoomerMourning A Girls Song By Katharine Tynan My grief is in the weeping 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 shortly go away By Eleanor Farjeon By immortal 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 talk 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 kind War By Littlewood and Theatre Workshop it is slaughter(soldier) we need one big offensive to break with (Haig) Aftermath By Sassoon Have you forgotten yet?