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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
War
Patria
Mori
Decorum
Carpe
Zest
Rome
Latin
Lying

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Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
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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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Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds not on the cess of war.
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Was it for this the clay grew tall?
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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.
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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
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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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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!
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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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Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.
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Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.
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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, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
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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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And some cease feeling Even themselves or for themselves. Dullness best solves The tease and doubt of shelling
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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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