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Verses of a V.A.D
Verses of a V.A.D
Verses of a V.A.D
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'Verses of a V.A.D' is a collection of poems written by Vera Brittain. She was an English Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) nurse, writer, feminist, socialist, and pacifist. The poems featured are based on Brittain's experience serving as a nurse in World War I, and include the following titles: 'To A Fallen Idol', 'The Only Son', 'Looking Westward', 'May Morning', 'The Two Travellers'.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateDec 9, 2019
ISBN4064066216320
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    Verses of a V.A.D - Vera Brittain

    Vera Brittain

    Verses of a V.A.D

    Published by Good Press, 2019

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066216320

    Table of Contents

    FOREWORD

    AUGUST 1914

    ST. PANCRAS STATION, AUGUST 1915

    TO A FALLEN IDOL

    TO MONSEIGNEUR

    THE ONLY SON

    PERHAPS——

    A MILITARY HOSPITAL

    LOOKING WESTWARD

    THEN AND NOW

    MAY MORNING

    THE TWO TRAVELLERS

    ROUNDEL

    THE SISTERS BURIED AT LEMNOS

    IN MEMORIAM: G.R.Y.T.

    A PARTING WORD

    SIC TRANSIT——

    TO THEM

    OXFORD REVISITED

    THAT WHICH REMAINETH

    THE GERMAN WARD

    THE TROOP-TRAIN

    TO MY WARD-SISTER

    TO ANOTHER SISTER

    VENGEANCE IS MINE

    WAR

    THE LAST POST

    THE ASPIRANT

    FOREWORD

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    These

    poems, by a writer for whom I have literary hopes, belong very clearly to that new and vigorous type of poetry which has sprung from the stress of the last few years and has its root in things done and suffered rather than in things merely imagined.

    Until lately our very belief in the saying that the poet is born and not made proved that we had completely accepted poetry as coming only from within, spun, as it were,

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