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Themes TRENCH LIFE & BATTLE Coughing the likes of Hags Dulce Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen Guttering, choking, drowning Dulce Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen Stuttering rifles rapid rattle Anthem for unredeemed Youth, Wilfred Owen A great mass of things unclean A Dead Boche, Robert Graves the like several different kinds of Hell Brooke, in a letter on his day in the fight So oft muscle and consanguinity in the Earth Bird yell, Sebastian Faulks Beyond the boundaries of human behaviour -Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks The turned blur and torn number of state of war. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks Mean composition my self etcetera lay restfully in the deep mud my sweet old etcetera, e. e. e. e. cummings You mean theres no limit to what a man after part bear? Stanhope in gos end, Sherriff LOSS They expected to kick the bucket Birdsong, Faulks A remains whom England bore The Sol poop outr, Brooke Gentleness, in hearts at peace, on a lower floor an English Heaven The Soldier, Brooke As sc ared as any scare child The Deserter, Letts Looking on the face of grief, the face of dread June 1915, Charlotte miaul The spend dying dies upon a kiss,The very kiss of Christ summer in England 1914, Alice Meynell The holy glimmer of goodbyes Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen Each tacit dusk a drawing down of blinds Anthem For Doomed Youth, Owen nationalism Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori Dulce Et Decorum Est, Owen Wholl give his country a dig? iWhos For The Game, Jessie Pope my father used to be screw hoarse lecture about how it was a privilege my sweet old etcetera, e. e. cummings thithers several(prenominal)thing sort of romantic about it every last(predicate) Osborne in Journeys End, Sherriff He looked splendid.It phase of made me feelkeen to go out here capital of North Carolina in Journeys End, Sherriff My hatred of the Kaiser is make love lawful This Is no.Case Of petty(a) Right Or Wrong doubting Thomas As we love ourselve s, we hate her foe This Is No Case Of Petty Right Or Wrong, Thomas WOMEN AND THEIR ROLES You love us when were heroes nimbus Of Wo custody, Sassoon Come along lads Whos For The Game, Jessie Pope Isabel created hundreds (and hundreds) of socksmy sweet old etcetera, cummings Cant you see it isnt decent, to flout and goad work force into doing what is not asked of you? The Jingo-Woman, Helen Hamilton We dare not weep who must be persist in battle Of whole Who Died In Silence Far Away, pin Tree Anyone affected by the war is entitled to comment upon it Nasheen caravansary 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 aggression and conquest A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon I am acting on behalf of soldiers A Soldiers Declaration, Sassoon An exploration of how farthermost men can be degraded Birdsong, Faulks You are breathing out to fight and you are going to win. Birdsong, Faulks They didnt retrieve in shellshock at all toldit was except cowardice renewal, Pat bow-wow The pity and little terror the war experience inevitably evoked Regeneration, Pat Barker It all seems rather silly, doesnt it? Raleigh in Journeys End, Sherriff My guinea pig is war and the pity of war. Wilfred Owen CRITICAL COMMENTS ON THE WAR CANON nonoperational suffering is not a theme for poetry Yeats War equates with ombat then limiting the canon mob Campbell The hunch forwardledge of combat is a necessity 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 thwarter of war claim their hours with the foe no less than uniformed combatants Richard Eberhart Pre-WWI books The aim of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson Disastrous hap in the Crimean war. Into the valley of remnant/ Ro de the six hundred Celebrates devotion to avocation and heroism in the face of accredited termination.The glamour of chivalry. Honour the Charge they made While horse and hero fell patriotic, presents war positively. mortal had blunderd blames Generals interesting as it is before WWI, about the Boer war. So perhaps square(a)-to-life(prenominal) in this sense? Vitai Lampada, by Sir Henry Newbolt About the Boer War The Gatlings lamed and the colonel absolutely Presents the actuality of the war, reality. The sand of the desert is sodden dead realism, huge outperform of death. Alliteration of s and d. But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks, undertake up hightail it up And play the game Compares war to a game of cricket, euphemism of war. Early War belles-lettres (1914-1915) The Soldier by Rupert Brooke some corner of a foreign case/that is forever England Idealised. Accused of naivety and macrocosm a ridiculous pastoral. If I should die, think o nly 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 in the midst of the living (survivors and civilians) and the dead (or soon-to-be). The Call 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 go away you, my laddie? used for propaganda to young soldiers. hands who March Away by Thomas Hardy Thomas Hardy 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 quaint & naive. A letter written by Julien Grenfell We are all awfully well, except those who have stopped something Stopped something was slang for being shot As the Teams Head Brass by Edward Thomas Conversation between an elder ploughman and a talker uncertain whether or not to enlist. have you been out stock-still? No. And dont want to, perhaps? series of questions. Later Literature (1916-1918) All the Hills and Vales Along by Charles Hamilton Sorely And the singers optimism, calling soldiers singers. This is immediately slash 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. set your gladness for earths reaping celebrate chance of fighting, earth soulified, fruit 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 plainly patriotic phrase is undercut. The boys of England focuses on the facts that the soldiers are no more than boys, oft just out of public school. The soldiers do in silence the t hings they have to do, war is literally unspeakable. A Dead Boche by Rupert Graves Speaks straightaway to those who only want to hear of blood and fame. A certain recruit 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, crop-haired still identifiable barely the black blood turns corpse into an symbol of death. No mutual recognition or respect from one soldier to other (unlike W. Os statement I am the enemy you killed, my friend strange meeting) Reader 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 tightness in a group of officers waiting for their attack. Names emphasise meaty 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, specially the women. You love us when were heroes, home on leave trampling 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 show the true horror of war. Wars hell Sat a dead Boche, he scowled and stunk Big-bellied, spectacled, crop haired, Dribbling black blood from prod and face fungus Diasbled- Wilfred Owen 1917 Shows a strong anti-war view, criticises those at home who cannt see past the glory of war. rime shows a young boy who has been disabled by the w ar. 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 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 green sea, I saw him drowning gargling from the froth debauch lungs The old lie Dulce et Decorum est Pro 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 faced grimly gay Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray, as mens are, dead. like wrongs low-keyed 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 u s 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 corner of a foreign field That is forever England Sassoon Does it matter? 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 sacrifice? low-key protest Ivor Gurney Beauty Man consolation sung on the quake strings Inspiring 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 go up skulls. Owen, Disabled All of them touch him like some peculiar 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 cosmea in the great w ould of the war-she focusses on 2 main characters deception 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 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, zip 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 discouragement Dulce et Decorum Est By Owen vile incurable sores on innocent tongues Lamplight By May Wedderburn Cannan we planned to shake the world together Anthem for Doomed Youth By Owen each slow dusk, a drawing down of blinds excuse 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 Western Front By Remarq ue 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 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) Physical Damage Disabled By Owen The womens eye 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 oozing from his nose and beard In Memoriam By EA Mackintosh piteous w rithing bodies house Oh What a sweet War By Littlewood and Theatre Workshop Blunders of boobies (Mrs Pankhurst) The Chances By Owen oer the top tomorrer boys were for it Strange Meeting By Susan Hill not the natural comradeship to be found among the officers Return of the Heroes By Sassoon Prussian General and Sir Godfrey Stoomer sadness A Girls Song By Katharine Tynan My grief is in the weeping rains The Falling Leaves By Margaret Postgate kail 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 offset printing 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 corpus 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 king-size offensive to break through (Haig) Aftermath By Sassoon Have you forgotten yet?