My arms have mutinied against me brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease.
Quote by Wilfred Owen
World War I Quotes
When I begin to eliminate from the list all those professions which are impossible from...
Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.
Those who have no hope pass their old age shrouded with an inward gloom.
She is elegant rather than belle.
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...
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells, May creep back, silent, to...
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
All theological lore is becoming distasteful to me.
I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds...
I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical...
Now rather thank I God there is no risk Of gravers scoring it with florid...
Move him into the sun Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of...
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth All death will he annul, all tears...
Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.
My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
Behold, A ram caught in a thicket by its horns; Offer the Ram of Pride...
The question shouldn't be is there life after death but is there life before death...
Wine is bottled poetry.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our...