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Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!

Wilfred Owen

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
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Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
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Together
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Language
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Keats

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As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
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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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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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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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The marvel is that we did not all die of cold. As a matter of fact, only one of my party actually froze to death before he could be got back, but I am not able to tell how many have ended up in hospital. We were marooned in a frozen desert. There was not a sign of life on the horizon and a thousand signs of death.
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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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 tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
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