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Suicide In The Trenches Siegfried Sassoon I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.   Siegfried Sassoon He was born to a wealthy Jewish family in 1886. His mother named him Siegfried, for her love of Wagner’s operas.    He was the second of three sons. He was educated at the New Beacon School and Marlborough College and at Clare College, Cambridge.   He spent few years in playing cricket and writing verse.   He wanted to play for Kent County Cricket Club. He was married toHester Gatty who was twenty years younger to him.   They had a child, whom he admired so much.   He adored his s

Design Robert Frost   I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small.   Robert Frost   Robert Lee Frost was an American poet.  He was born on March, 1874,  his works were published in England before they were published in United States.  His works were well known for its realistic style and simple life style.  Robert Frost’s works were based with the rural setting of 20 th  century England.  He won his first Pulitzer Pri