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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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Wilfred Owen
Age: 25 †
Born: 1893
Born: March 18
Died: 1918
Died: November 4
Poet
Writer
Oswestry
Shropshire
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen
Owen
Even
Tease
Cease
Solve
Doubt
Feeling
War
Shelling
Feelings
Solves
Best
Dullness

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The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
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Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
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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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Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.
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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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