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

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
Owen
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I, too, saw God through mud
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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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Courage was mine, and I had mystery, Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery: To miss the march of this retreating world Into vain citadels that are not walled.
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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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The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.
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I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts and rusted every bayonet with His tears.
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Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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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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After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.
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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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The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds, And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
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Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
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All a poet can do today is warn.
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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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I have perceived much beauty In the hoarse oaths that kept our courage straight Heard music in the silentness of duty Found peace where shell-storms spouted reddest spate.
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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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Strange friend,' I said,'here is no cause to mourn.' 'None,'said the other,'save the undone years, The hopelessness.Whatever hope is yours Was my life also I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.
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