Wilfred Owen Quotes

We only know war lasts, rain soaks, and clouds sag stormy.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Exposure (l. 12). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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A mead Bordered about with warbling water brooks. A maid Laughing the love-laugh with me; proud of looks.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 17-20). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
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Bees Shaking the heavy dews from bloom and frond. Boys Bursting the surface of the ebony pond.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. From My Diary, July 1914 (l. 9-12). . . Faber Book of Modern Verse, The. Michael Roberts, ed. (4th ed. revised by Peter Porter, 1982) Faber and Faber.
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Was it for this the clay grew tall? MO what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth's sleep at all?
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 12-14). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
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Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 19-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. "Greater Love," (l. 1-2) (written 1917), publ. In The Poems of Wilfred Owen, ed. Edmund Blunden (1931). Opening lines.
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Your slender attitude Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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By choice they made themselves immune To pity and whatever moans in man Before the last sea and the hapless stars; Whatever mourns when many leave these shores; Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 54-59). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.
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