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[Alan
Seeger] [Charles Hamilton
Sorley] [Edward Thomas]
[Herbert Read] [Isaac
Rosenberg] [John McCrae]
[Rupert Brooke] [Siegfried
Sassoon] [Wilfred Owen]
[William Noel Hodgson]
Isaac Rosenberg (1890 - 1918)
  Isaac was an English poet, who many would consider the greatest of the British war poets. Rosenberg was born in Bristol, but moved to a poor district on the East side of London in 1897. There he attended St. Paul’s School, until his family (who were of Russian roots), moved to Stepney in 1900. At 14, Isaac left school and became an apprentice engraver.
Poems by Isaac Rosenberg
 A Ballad Of Whitechapel- God's mercy shines...
- A Careless Heart
- A little breath can make a prayer...
- A Girls Thoughts
- Dim apprehension of a trust...
- A Mood
- You are so light and gay...
- A Question
- What if you shut your eyes and look...
- At Night
- Crazed shadows, from no golden body...
- Beauty
- As a sword in the sun...
- Break of Day in the Trenches
- The darkness crumbles away...
- Chagrin
- Caught still as Absalom...
- Creation
- As the pregnant womb of night...
- Daughters Of War
- Space beats the ruddy freedom of their limbs...
- Dawn
- O tender first cold flush of rose...
- Dead Mans Dump
- The plunging limbers over the shattered track...
- Don Juans Song
- The moon is in an ecstasy...
- Expression
- Call--call----and bruise the air...
- Far Away
- By what pale light or moon-pale shore...
- First Fruit
- I did not pluck at all...
- From Night And Day
- Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces...
- Girl To Soldier On Leave
- I love you, Titan lover...
- God
- In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire...
- Hearts First Word. I.
- To sweeten a swift minute so...
- Hearts First Word. II
- And all her soft dark hair...
- Home-Thoughts From France
- Wan, fragile faces of joy...
- If You Are Fire
- If you are fire and I am fire...
- In Piccadi
- Lamp-lit faces, to you...
- In the Trenches
- I snatched two poppies...
- In The Underworld
- I have lived in the underworld so long...
- In War
- Fret the nonchalant noon...
- Isolation : A Fragment
- My Maker shunneth me...
- Killed In Action
- Your Youth has fallen from its shelf...
- Louse Hunting
- Nudes -- stark and glistening...
- My Days
- My days are but the tombs of buried hours...
- O, In A World Of Men And Women
- 0, in a world of men and women...
- Of Any Old Man
- Wreck not the ageing heart of quietness...
- On A Lady Singing
- She bade us listen to the singing lark...
- On Receiving News of the War
- Snow is a strange white word...
- Returning, We Hear the Larks
- Sombre the night is...
- Sleep
- Godhead's lip hangs...
- Soldier : Twentieth Century
- I love you, great new Titan !...
- Song
- A silver rose to show...
- Spring
- I walk and I wonder...
- Spring, 1916
- Slow, rigid, is this masquerade...
- Tess
- The free fair life that has never been mine...
- The Blind God
- Streaked with immortal blasphemies...
- The Burning Of The Temple
- Fierce wrath of Solomon...
- The Destruction Of Jerusalem By The Babylonian Hordes
- They left their Babylon bare...
- The Dying Soldier
- Here are houses, he moaned...
- The Female God
- We curl into your eyes...
- The Immortals
- I killed them, but they would not die...
- The Jew
- Moses, from whose loins I sprung...
- The Nun
- So thy soul's meekness shrinks...
- The One Lost
- I mingle with your bones...
- The Troop Ship
- Grotesque and queerly huddled...
- Through These Pale Cold Days
- Through these pale cold days...
- Wedded
- They leave their love-lorn haunts...
- Zion
- She stood--a hill-ensceptred Queen...
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 Isaac was an English poet, who many would
consider the greatest of the British war poets. Rosenberg
was born in Bristol, but moved to a poor district on the East
side of London in 1897. There he attended St. Paul’s
School, until his family (who were of Russian roots), moved
to Stepney in 1900. At 14, Isaac left school and became an
apprentice engraver.
He later moved to South Africa, in the hope that the warmer
climate would cure him of his chronic bronchitis. His interest
also stemmed to visual art, and for a time he studied at Slade
School, alongside such artist’s as Paul Nash, Stanley
Spencer and David Bomberg.
Despite being critical of the war, Isaac Rosenberg needed
means to support his mother, and enlisted in October, 1915,
being assigned to the 12th Suffolk Folk Regiment (a battalion
for men under the height of 5 foot 3in). He later transferred
to the 11th Battalion, The King’s Own Royal Lancaster
Regiment, and was sent to Somme, on the Western Front in France.
After a particular night patrol, he was killed (either by
sniper or close combat – there is some debate over which)
on April 1st, 1918 in Fampoux.
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