Quotes From "The War Poems" By Wilfred Owen

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What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now 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 goodbyes. 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
But the old man would not so, but slew his...
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But the old man would not so, but slew his son, And half the seed of Europe, one by one. Wilfred Owen
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Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled. Siegfried Sassoon
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He's lost his colour very far from here, Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry Wilfred Owen