A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) (Wilfred Owen Poems)
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied ...
Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.Both arms have mutinied ...
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to ...
The beautiful, the fair, the elegant,Is that which pleases us, says Kant,Without a thought of interest or advantage.I used to ...
Bugles sang, saddening the evening air,And bugles answered, sorrowful to hear.Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped Through granites which ...
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on ...
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death, As unremembering how I rose or why, And saw a ...
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