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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.

Wilfred Owen

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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
Music
Kept
Oaths
Much
Courage
Storms
Duty
Shell
Heard
Oath
Beauty
Perceived
Peace
Shells
War
Storm
Spate
Found
Straight
Hoarse

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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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Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold.
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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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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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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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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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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 Young Soldier It is not death Without hereafter To one in dearth Of life and its laughter, Nor the sweet murder Dealt slow and even Unto the martyr Smiling at heaven: It is the smile Faint as a (waning) myth, Faint, and exceeding small On a boy's murdered mouth.
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