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- The repetition of "Oh who would not sleep with the brave?" emphasizes the speaker's belief that the ultimate sacrifice is a glorious one. The poem reflects the prevailing militaristic sentiment of the time period, glorifying the role of soldiers and the notion of dying for one's country.
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And far with the brave I have ridden, And now with the brave I shall sleep. For round me the men will be lying That learned me the way to behave, And showed me my business of dying: Oh who would not sleep with the brave? They ask, and there is not an answer; Says I, I will 'list for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
Jun 8, 2022 · By A E Housman. I ‘listed at home for a lancer, Oh who would not sleep with the brave? I ‘listed at home for a lancer. To ride on a horse to my grave. And over the seas we were bidden. A country to take and to keep; And far with the brave I have ridden, And now with the brave I shall sleep.
And I with the brave shall be sleeping. At ease on my mattress of loam, When back from their taking and keeping. The squadron is riding at home. The wind with the plumes will be playing, The girls will stand watching them wave, And eyeing my comrades and saying.
And now with the brave I shall sleep … Taken from Housman’s second collection, Last Poems (1922), this poem is perfectly poised between the hopeful ambitions of the young lad who enlists to be a lancer in the army and the fate that awaits so many young men who find themselves in the field of battle.
Apr 3, 2017 · We’ve included some of his most famous poems, but have also included some of the poems which, we feel, show Housman doing what he did best: tugging at the heartstrings through skilfully crafted verse. 1. ‘ Loveliest of trees, the cherry now ’.
Jun 2, 2009 · Now, when the flame they watch not towers About the soil they trod, Lads, we'll remember friends of ours Who shared the work with God. To skies that knit their heartstrings right, To fields that bred them brave, The saviours come not home to-night: Themselves they could not save.
And I with the brave shall be sleeping. At ease on my mattress of loam, When back from their taking and keeping. The squadron is riding at home. The wind with the plumes will be playing, The girls will stand watching them wave, And eyeing my comrades and saying.
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