As much as I love Dunsany's prose works, this collection of war poems was no better than OK for the most part. Published in 1941 in the heat of WWII, the tone is too jingoistic for my liking, although understandable in the historical context.

Hitler makes regular appearances, usually in reference to his (correctly) predicted ultimate downfall. Lord Haw Haw also crops up several times, alluded to as Bremen, and each time is mocked and reviled.

There are some decent efforts in here, but I think I would have better enjoyed more on the subject of peoples' lives on the Home Front rather than Blitz-spirit propaganda. ( )