I thought of all that worked dark pits
Of war, and died
Digging the rock where Death reputes
Peace lies indeed.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Miners (l. 21-24). . . Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, The. Gwyn Jones, comp. (1977) Oxford University Press.)

The centuries will burn rich loads
With which we groaned,
Whose warmth shall lull their dreaming lids,
While songs are crooned:
But they will not dream of us poor lads,
Left in the ground.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Miners (l. 29-34). . . Oxford Book of Welsh Verse in English, The. Gwyn Jones, comp. (1977) Oxford University Press.)

?These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Mental Cases (l. 10-12). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Move him into the sun?
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Futility (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of War Poetry, The. Jon Stallworthy, ed. (1984) Oxford University Press.)

Heart, you were never hot
Nor large, nor full like hearts made great with shot;

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 19-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. "Greater Love," (l. 1-2) (written 1917), publ. In The Poems of Wilfred Owen, ed. Edmund Blunden (1931). Opening lines.)

Happy are men who yet before they are killed
Can let their veins run cold.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)

Your slender attitude
Trembles not exquisite like limbs knife-skewed,

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Greater Love (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.)

By choice they made themselves immune
To pity and whatever moans in man
Before the last sea and the hapless stars;
Whatever mourns when many leave these shores;
Whatever shares
The eternal reciprocity of tears.

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 54-59). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)

And some cease feeling
Even themselves or for themselves.
Dullness best solves
The tease and doubt of shelling,

(Wilfred Owen (1893-1918), British poet. Insensibility (l. 12-15). . . Oxford Book of Twentieth-Century English Verse, The. Philip Larkin, ed. (1973) Oxford University Press.)