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1914 V: The Soldier

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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
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Terry 11 October 2020

.........Terry.............

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Shiven_warke 15 September 2019

I am from India I love your poems and this poem was very very nice

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skeltel 06 April 2020

i'm also from India

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Castellenas John 15 March 2019

One of the best war poems. Thank you. Soldier know the value of home in the mist of war.

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Anima Bittar 25 February 2019

Join me plz

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Chimes 26 January 2019

My God, what a load of vacuous drivel.

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Edward 09 November 2018

This is very inspiring

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prabhat Kumar 06 July 2018

Good poems

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Castellenas John 01 July 2018

One of the greatest poems.

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Daddy 05 June 2018

yeah good shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

4 6 Reply

the poem is full of emotions and feelings.

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