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

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
War
Fear
Running
Men
Insensibility
Veins
Killed
Cold
Happy

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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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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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My subject is war, and the pity of war.
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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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Heart, you were never hot Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot
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Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
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Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.
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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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Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, But here the thing's best left at home with friends.
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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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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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I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use! One dies of war like any old disease.
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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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The centuries will burn rich loads With which we groaned, Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids, While songs are crooned: But they will not dream of us poor lads, Left in the ground.
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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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