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 ...
Not one corner of a foreign fieldBut a span as wide as Europe;An appearance of a titan's grave,And the length ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I'm blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can't shake ...
"I will to the King, And offer him consolation in his trouble, For that man there has set his teeth ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
I mind as 'ow the night afore that show Us five got talking, -- we was in the know, "Over ...
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