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Author: Wilfred Owen (1893-1918)

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After the blast of lighning from the East
B. Britten: Sanctus

Agnus Dei (One ever hangs where shelled roads part) - B. Britten
Already I have comprehended a light which never will filter into the dogma [x]
L. Smith: Diary Fragments

Anthem for Doomed Youth (What passing-bells for these who die as cattle ) - J. Rico, W. Cooper, J. Greer
Arms and the boy (Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade ) - J. Cousins
At a Calvary near the Ancre (One ever hangs where shelled roads part)
B. Britten: Agnus Dei

Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm
J. Rico: On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action
J. Cousins: Sonnet: On Seeing a Piece of Our Artillery Brought into Action
B. Britten: Dies irae

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks
J. Rico, A. Ashton: Dulce et decorum est

Between the brown hands of a server-lad
J. Greer: Maundy Thursday

Bugles sang, saddening the evening air
B. Britten: Dies irae

Diary Fragments (Already I have comprehended a light which never will filter into the dogma) - L. Smith [x]
Dies irae (Move him into the sun ) - B. Britten
Dies irae (Bugles sang, saddening the evening air) - B. Britten
Dies irae (Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death) - B. Britten
Dies irae (Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm ) - B. Britten
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
G. Bachlund: The Send-Off

Dulce et decorum est (Bent double, like old beggars under sacks ) - J. Rico, A. Ashton
Fragment: a farewell (I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell ) - J. Cousins
Futility (Move him into the sun ) - B. Rands, J. Rico, J. Cousins, H. Weisgall
Halted against the shade of a last hill
A. Bliss: Spring offensive

How do I love thee? (I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate) - J. Greer
I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair
B. Roe: Shadwell Stair

I cannot woo thee as the lion his mate
J. Greer: How do I love thee?

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears
J. Rico: Soldier's Dream

I have been urged by earnest violins
R. Smith: Music

I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell
J. Cousins: Fragment: a farewell

In Memoriam (Move him into the sun ) - H. Myers
Inspection (You! what d'you mean by this? ) - J. Cousins
It seems that out of battle I escaped
B. Britten: Libera me
R. Escher: Strange meeting

Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade
J. Cousins: Arms and the boy

Libera me (It seems that out of battle I escaped) - B. Britten
Maundy Thursday (Between the brown hands of a server-lad) - J. Greer
Move him into the sun
H. Myers: In Memoriam
B. Rands, J. Rico, J. Cousins, H. Weisgall: Futility
B. Britten: Dies irae

Music (I have been urged by earnest violins ) - R. Smith
My shy hand (My shy hand shades a hermitage apart ) - B. Langley
My shy hand shades a hermitage apart
B. Langley: My shy hand

Offertorium (So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went) - B. Britten
'Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died
J. Rico: The last laugh

On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action (Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm ) - J. Rico
One ever hangs where shelled roads part
B. Britten: Agnus Dei

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death
B. Britten: Dies irae

Poem for soprano and four instruments (Sing me at morn but only with your laugh ) - W. Hellerman ENG
Requiem aeternam (What passing-bells for these who die as cattle ) - B. Britten
Sanctus (After the blast of lighning from the East ) - B. Britten
Shadwell Stair (I am the ghost of Shadwell Stair )
B. Roe: Shadwell Stair

She sleeps on soft, last breaths (She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms ) - B. Britten
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
B. Britten: She sleeps on soft, last breaths

Sing me at dawn but only with your laugh ENG
J. Greer: Song of songs

Sing me at morn but only with your laugh ENG
B. Langley: Song of songs
W. Hellerman: Poem for soprano and four instruments

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went
B. Britten: Offertorium
A. Tepper: The parable of the Old Man and the Young

Soldier's Dream (I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears) - J. Rico
Song of songs (Sing me at morn but only with your laugh ) - B. Langley ENG
Song of songs (Sing me at dawn but only with your laugh ) - J. Greer ENG
Sonnet: On Seeing a Piece of Our Artillery Brought into Action (Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm ) - J. Cousins
Sonnet: To a child (Sweet is your antique body, not yet young) - B. Langley
Spring offensive (Halted against the shade of a last hill) - A. Bliss
Strange meeting (It seems that out of battle I escaped) - R. Escher
Sweet is your antique body, not yet young
B. Langley: Sonnet: To a child

The browns, the olives, and the yellows died
L. Hoiby: Winter song

The end (After the blast of lighning from the East )
B. Britten: Sanctus

The kind ghosts (She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms )
B. Britten: She sleeps on soft, last breaths

The last laugh ('Oh! Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died) - J. Rico
The next war (Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death)
B. Britten: Dies irae

The parable of the Old Man and the Young (So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went) - A. Tepper
The Send-Off (Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way) - G. Bachlund
Three rompers (Three rompers run together hand in hand) - J. Greer
Three rompers run together hand in hand
J. Greer: Three rompers

Voices (Bugles sang, saddening the evening air)
B. Britten: Dies irae

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle
B. Britten: Requiem aeternam
J. Rico, W. Cooper, J. Greer: Anthem for Doomed Youth

Winter song (The browns, the olives, and the yellows died) - L. Hoiby
You! what d'you mean by this?
J. Cousins: Inspection

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