If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.

Quote by Wilfred Owen

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Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do.

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...

All a poet can do today is warn.

All a poet can do today is warn.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a...

I was a boy when I first realized that the fullest life liveable was a...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring...

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

She is elegant rather than belle.

She is elegant rather than belle.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

The war effects me less than it ought. I can do no service to anybody...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My...

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of...

'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of...

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But...

You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But...

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

The poets did well to conjoin music and medicine, because the office of medicine is...

The poets did well to conjoin music and medicine, because the office of medicine is...

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...

A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...