No alarms
Of bugles, no high flags, no clamorous haste --
Only a lift and flare of eyes that faced
The sun, like a friend with whom their love is done.
(Spring Offensive)
More Quotes from Wilfred Owen:
It is not deathWithout hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
Wilfred Owen
Anthem for Doomed Youth What passing-bells for these who die as cattle Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, - The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes. 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
The Dead-Beat He dropped, more sullenly than wearily, Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat, And none of us could kick him to his feet Just blinked at my revolver, blearily Didn't appear to know a war was on, Or see the blasted trench at which he stared. 'I'll do 'em in,' he whined, 'if this hand's spared, I'll murder them, I will.' A low voice said, 'It's Blighty, p'raps, he sees his pluck's all gone, Dreaming of all the valiant, that aren't dead Bold uncles, smiling ministerially Maybe his brave young wife, getting her fun In some new home, improved materially. It's not these stiffs have crazed him nor the Hun.' We sent him down at last, out of the way. Unwounded - stout lad, too, before that strafe. Malingering Stretcher-bearers winked, 'Not half' Next day I heard the Doc.'s well-whiskied laugh 'That scum you sent last night soon died. Hooray'
Wilfred Owen
And in the happy no-time of his sleeping; Death took him by the heart.
Wilfred Owen
My arms have mutinied against me brutesMy fingers fidget like ten idle brats,My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours.Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.
Wilfred Owen
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
Wilfred Owen
Readers Who Like This Quotation Also Like:
Based on Topics: Friendship Quotes, Love QuotesBased on Keywords: alarms, bugles, clamorous, flags, flare
What a rush it was to plunge into the bin of official decision and cast a ballot in favor of FUN.
Wavy Gravy
Believe me, than in half the creeds.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
As can be seen even by this limited number of examples proteins carry out amazingly diverse functions.
Michael Behe