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        'Death august and royal'


NEED TO KNOW:
flesh of her flesh’: family – the people of England
the fallen’: men brutally killed in war – the British and their allies, but not Germans and theirs
august’: (rhyming with 'for dust') 'majestic', 'inspiring respect'
the immortal spheres’: the orbits of the planets, therefore 'the sky', the traditional location of ‘heaven’
staunch’: firm, loyal
with their faces to the foe’: advancing to kill, not turning to retreat
at the going down of the sun’: evening and sunrise – military tradition starts the day with the bugle call ‘Reveille’ at dawn and ends at sunset with the ‘Last Post’, a bugle call often played at military funerals and Remembrance ceremonies
no lot’: no part in ordinary everyday working life
foam’: the sea, here the English Channel and the North Sea
well-spring’: a deep source of water (essential to life) which feeds a water well

 

MORE POETRY

TWO FAMOUS POEMS FROM THE FIRST WORLD WAR
| FOR THE FALLEN | ANTHEM FOR A DOOMED YOUTH |



| the story of the poem | what does the poem say? |

FOR THE FALLEN by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.






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