Wilfred Owen, selected poems Contents
- Introduction
- Timeline
- Images
- Author(s)
- The context of Wilfred Owen's poetry
- Selected poems of Wilfred Owen: Synopses and commentaries
- Wilfred Owen: 1914 Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Anthem for Doomed Youth Show more
- Wilfred Owen: At a Calvary near the Ancre Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Disabled Show more
- Wilfred Owen : Dulce et Decorum Est
- Wilfred Owen: Exposure Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Futility Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Greater Love Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Hospital Barge Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Insensibility Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Inspection Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Le Christianisme Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Mental Cases Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Miners Show more
- Wilfred Owen: S.I.W Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Soldier’s Dream Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Sonnet On Seeing a Piece of Our Heavy Artillery Brought into Action Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Spring Offensive Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Strange Meeting Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Dead-Beat Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Last Laugh Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Letter Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Parable of the Old Man and the Young Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Send-Off Show more
- Wilfred Owen: The Sentry Show more
- Wilfred Owen: Wild with All Regrets Show more
- An over-view of themes in the poetry of Wilfred Owen
- Critical approaches to the poetry of Wilfred Owen
- Approaching essays and exams
- Wilfred Owen: Resources and further reading
More on Jessie Pope’s poem The Call
More on Jessie Pope's poem The Call...: Jessie Pope’s poem The Call is a typical example of the ‘the old lie’ Dulce et Decorum Est
The Call
Who's for the trench—
Are you, my laddie?
Who'll follow French—
Will you, my laddie?
Who's fretting to begin,
Who's going out to win?
And who wants to save his skin—
Do you, my laddie?Who's for the khaki suit—
Are you, my laddie?
Who longs to charge and shoot—
Do you, my laddie?
Who's keen on getting fit,
Who means to show his grit,
And who'd rather wait a bit—
Would you, my laddie?Who'll earn the Empire's thanks—
Will you, my laddie?
Who'll swell the victor's ranks—
Will you, my laddie?
When that procession comes,
Banners and rolling drums—
Who'll stand and bite his thumbs—
Will you, my laddie?© Jessie Pope. All rights reserved
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