Jessie Pope Poems
- No! By bridge and battery, town and trench, They're ...
- Play The Game Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shorts ...
- Who's For The Game? Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s ...
- “bobs” The call came in the stormy night, Beneath a ...
- Marching To Germany Swing along together, lads ; we'll have a...
- The Blackest Lie Big bully Belgium, Breathing blood and ...
- Lights Out Darkness expectant, discreet Only a lamp here ...
Jessie Pope was an English poet, writer and journalist, who remains best known for her patriotic motivational poems published during World War I. Wilfred OwenSiegfried Sassoon has grown.
Born in Leicester, she was educated at North London Collegiate School. She was a regular contributor to Punch, The Daily Mail and The Daily Express, also writing for Vanity Fair, Pall Mall Magazine and the Windsor,
A lesser-known literary contribution was Pope's discovery of Robert Noonan's novel The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, when his daughter mentioned the manuscript to her after his death. Pope recommended it to her publisher, ... more »
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By bridge and battery, town and trench,
They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;
Not one, from Tommy to General French,
Is down upon his luck.
There are some who stand and some who fall,
But how does the chorus go
That echoing chant in the hearts of all?
'Are we downhearted? NO!'
There's Jack, God bless him, upon the foam,
His isn't an easy task,
To strike for England, to strike right home,
So much, no more, does he ask.
On the dreadnought's deck where the big guns bark,
Or in quiet depths below
The salt wind wafts us a chantey. Hark !