Robert Nichols

(1893 - 1944 / England)

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  • ian white (11/17/2019 9:21:00 AM)

    anybody have a copy of To d'Annunzio by Robert nichols?

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  • Kelly (3/20/2019 11:21:00 AM)

    How did he die What was the cause of his death

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  • Geoff Skellon Geoff Skellon (7/12/2017 3:45:00 AM)

    Tom, a very belated reply because I have only just seen your comment. I suggest that the movement of his hand under the light was seen by a sniper. He fell with a body wound and when he put his hand to the wound it felt wet and so he knew it was still bleeding.

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  • Geoff Skellon Geoff Skellon (7/12/2017 3:39:00 AM)

    It is incorrect to say that Rupert Brooke died in action. He died of blood poisoning following an insect bite.

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  • Tom Mummery (2/4/2006 7:41:00 AM)

    In Comrades: An Episode, how is Gates injured - is he shot in the hand or elsewhere? If it is the hand, would that be serious enough for a soldier to die? I think I am missing something, I would appreciate any information about the poem or where to look for research.

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  • Tom Mummery (2/4/2006 7:40:00 AM)

    In Comrades: An Episode, what injury does Gates sustain? Is he shot in the hand or elsewhere? I can't work it out from the poem, but would a hand wound kill a soldier? Perhaps I'm missing comething, I would appreciate any advice on where to find more information about this poem.

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Best Poem of Robert Nichols

Battle

1.
Noon

It is midday; the deep trench glares….
A buzz and blaze of flies….
The hot wind puffs the giddy airs….
The great sun rakes the skies.

No sound in all the stagnant trench
Where forty standing men
Endure the sweat and grit and stench,
Like cattle in a pen.

Sometimes a sniper's bullet whirs
Or twangs the whining wire,
Sometimes a soldier sighs and stirs
As in hell's frying fire.

From out a high, cool cloud descends
An aeroplane's far moan,
The sun strikes down, the thin cloud rends….
The black speck travels on.

And...

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At The Wars

Now that I am ta'en away
And may not see another day
What is it to my eye appears?
What sound rings in my stricken ears?
Not even the voice of any friend
Or eyes beloved-world-without-end,
But scenes and sounds of the country-side
In far England across the tide:
An upland field when spring's begun,