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ANTHEM1 FOR DOOMED YOUTH A What passing-bells2 for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out3 their hasty orisons.4 No mockeries5 now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, – The...

That is excellent john.

It is just beautiful and horrendously poignant!

I can't forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring In summer time, and on the Down how larks and linnets sing High in the sun. The wind comes off the sea, and Oh the air! I never knew till now that life in old days was so fair. But now I know it in this filthy rat infested ditch When...

Magnificent.