What did Wilfred Owen mean by: Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. - Wilfred Owen Poet · England Copy
+ All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want. Feraz Zeid, June 25, 2023December 12, 2023, Wilfred Owen, Waste, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland. Feraz Zeid, August 2, 2023December 12, 2023, Wilfred Owen, Fatherland, Fitting, Sweet, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ I don’t ask myself, is the life congenial to me? But, am I fitted for, am I called to, the Ministry? Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Ministry, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Enthusiasm, Flying, War, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Eye, Secret, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Hell, Keep Smiling, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Force, Home, Never Fear, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
+ Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose. Feraz Zeid, January 14, 2024January 14, 2024, Wilfred Owen, Ambitious, Funny, Numbers, 0 - Wilfred Owen Poet · England
I won’t undertake war until I have tried all the arts and means of peace. - François Rabelais Author · France
A man often runs the risk of throwing away a witticism if he admits that it is his own. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Everyone has his faults which he continually repeats: neither fear nor shame can cure them. Explain - Jean de La Fontaine Poet · France
Everyone, when there’s war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, the fiercest hatred is silent. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany