Poetic Openings : Wilfred Owen to Wilfred Owen

Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Mental Cases : First Line : Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : On Seeing A Piece Of Our Artillery Brought Into Action : First Line : Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : On Seeing A Piece Of Our Heavy Artillery Brought Into Action : First Line : Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm,
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Preface : First Line : This book is not about heroes. English Poetry is not yet fit to speak
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : S. I. W. : First Line : "I will to the King,

Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Smile, Smile, Smile : First Line : Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Spring Offensive : First Line : 1 Halted against the shade of a last hill,
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : Strange Meeting : First Line : 1 It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : The Chances : First Line : I mind as ‘ow the night afore that show
Poet : Wilfred Owen : Poem : The Dead-beat : First Line : He dropped, - more sullenly than wearily,

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