The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Wilfred Owen More Quotes by Wilfred Owen More Quotes From Wilfred Owen My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country. Wilfred Owen sweet country children 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. Wilfred Owen slaughter news war Those who, like the beasts, have no such Hope, pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom. Wilfred Owen no-hope inward age 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. Wilfred Owen drawing girl flower I, too, saw God through mud Wilfred Owen mud saws war 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. Wilfred Owen hunting world years Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill. Wilfred Owen outraged bullied 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. Wilfred Owen gun tears jesus And some cease feeling Wilfred Owen doubt feelings war I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a Poet's Wilfred Owen poet boys firsts Soldiers may grow a soul when turned to fronds, Wilfred Owen soul soldier home A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season. Wilfred Owen air spring tree The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head. Wilfred Owen kissing feet mean The centuries will burn rich loads Wilfred Owen dream time song 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. Wilfred Owen sweet war lying 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. Wilfred Owen horizon party war 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. Wilfred Owen dark men lying All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me. Wilfred Owen distasteful theological becoming My subject is war, and the pity of war. Wilfred Owen pity subjects war Heart, you were never hot Wilfred Owen hot heart war
