Top 25 Quotes by Siegfried Sassoon of 35 - Page 2

The visionless officialized fatuityThat once kept Europe safe for Perpetuity.

Europe, Safe

Siegfried Sassoon (1949). “Collected Poems”

And it's been proved that soldiers don't go mad Unless they lose control of ugly thoughts That drive them out to jabber among the trees.

Siegfried Sassoon

War, Mad, Tree

Siegfried Sassoon (2004). “War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon”, p.80, Courier Corporation

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.

Siegfried Sassoon

Angel, Winter, Night

Siegfried Sassoon (1949). “Collected Poems”

His wet white face and miserable eyesBrought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fellHis troubled voice: he did the business well.(First verse of Died of Wounds)

Siegfried Sassoon

Voice, White, Nurse

Siegfried Sassoon, “Died Of Wounds”

O German mother dreaming by the fire, While you are knitting socks to send your son His face is trodden deeper in the mud.

Siegfried Sassoon

Mother, Dream, Son

Siegfried Sassoon (2012). “War Poems of Siegfried Sassoon”, p.65, Courier Corporation

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,I'd live with scarlet Majors at the Base,And speed glum heroes up the line of death.

Siegfried Sassoon

Hero, Lines, Fierce

'Base Details' (1918)

I didn't want to die - not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow.

Siegfried Sassoon

Reading, Want, Return

Siegfried Sassoon (1949). “The Complete Memoirs of George Sherston”

In the years 1910 and 1911 I had 51 innings with 10 not outs and an average of 19. This I consider a creditable record for a poet.

Siegfried Sassoon

Average, Years, Records

EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

Siegfried Sassoon

Song, Heart, Dark

War Poems (1919) "Everyone Sang"