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blue. The weather is cold, as evidenced by the snow, but also contains tinges of warmth thanks to the sun. Given that the first line is an instruction spoken to someone else ("Move him into the sun"), the speaker is likely not alone, but rather in the company of other soldiers. ...
sail over Malmaison like a procession of stately ships bound for the moon.Scarlet, clear-blue, purple epauletted with gold. It is a parade of soldierssweeping up the avenue. Eight horses, eight Imperial harnesses,four caparisoned postilions, a carriage with the Emperor's arms on the panels....
Like other poems of Owen, it employs striking war imagery while dealing with the emotional trauma of the soldiers.“I am the enemy you killed, my friend. I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed. I parried; but my hands were loath and...
The first part of the third stanza of ‘The Bard: A Pindaric Ode’ by Thomas Gray depicts the Bard as a figure of prophecy, foretelling the doom that awaits the English soldiers who have killed his people. This section of the poem is notable for its use of vivid and evocative language ...
It's unclear whether the speaker is looking at poppies displayed for Remembrance Day, but the historical association between the flower and the commemoration of fallen soldiers is enough to symbolically link the poppies with death. More “Poppies in October” Resources External Resources Sylvia Plath...
TheIn Flanders Fields Songand theFLANDERS FIELDS Educational Kit– 6 Lesson Plans for Teacherswere created to commemorate both, paying tribute to our veterans and signifying our commitment to the memory of all fallen soldiers and a recommitment to Remembrance and global peace. ...
Fallen soldiers honored today. Flags wave, we pray. Mostly just boys but guns aren't toys, they're our heroes, our warriors in someone's wars. We think we're right, they're sent to fight in foreign lands, dear sacrifice. They pay our price, ...
Armitage's colloquial dramatic monologue highlights the death of a looter, shot by a soldier, and the speaker is still affected by the incident. 'Remains' takes the reader into the soldier's mind, repeating, altering, questioning the act.
Is there aught you need that my hands withhold, Rich gifts of raiment or grain or gold? Lo! I have flung to the East and West Priceless treasures torn from my breast, And yielded the sons of my stricken womb To the drum-beats of duty, the sabres of doom.