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Wilfred Owen
The pallor of...
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow...
And in the...
And in the happy no-time of his sleeping
Death took him by the heart.
Source:...
Above all I...
Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the...
Red lips are...
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
All a poet...
All a poet can do today is warn.
Source: Poems.
-- Wilfred Owen, (Mar 18...
The pallor of...
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow...
And in the...
And in the happy no-time of his sleeping
Death took him by the heart.
Source:...
Above all I...
Above all I am not concerned with Poetry. My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the...
Red lips are...
Red lips are not so red
As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
All a poet...
All a poet can do today is warn.
Source: Poems.
-- Wilfred Owen, (Mar 18...