Wilfred Owen Short Quotes

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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do

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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

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Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

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Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.

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Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.

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I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's

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All a poet can do to-day is warn. That is why the true Poets must be truthful.

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Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot

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And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

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Tonight he noticed how the women's eyes
Passed from him to the strong men that were whole.

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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.

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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?

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I don't ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry?

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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds,
But here the thing's best left at home with friends.

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Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.

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I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law

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The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.

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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

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For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping may something have been left,
Which must die now.

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And some cease feeling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling

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I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.

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No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

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The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.

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Dead men may envy living mites in cheese,
Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys,
And subdivide, and never come to death.

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I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.

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My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest,
To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased
On other sighs and wiped by fresher winds.

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It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.

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