"This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds, or lands, nor a…"

"Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum. No soldier's paid to kick agains…"

"Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes Passed from him to the strong men that were whole."

"Bent double like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haun…"

"Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod."

"Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelli…"

"If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writh…"

""Strange friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn." "None," said the other, "Save the undone years, The hopelessne…"

"He dropped, — more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to hi…"

"We sent him down at last, out of the way. Unwounded; — stout lad, too, before that strafe. Malingering? Stretcher-bea…"