Wilfred Owen poems
- Created by: Deano08
- Created on: 13-05-24 13:02
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T | H | E | L | A | S | T | L | A | U | G | H | C | K | O | H | L | F | F | A | T |
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Clues
- 'As the stained stones kissed by the English dead' (7, 4)
- 'Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope' (9)
- 'Her melancholy army' (8)
- 'It being certain war has just begun' (5, 5, 5)
- 'My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake' (5)
- 'Not even lovers think about it much' (6)
- 'Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes' (6, 3, 6, 5)
- 'Sharp with the sharpness of grief and death' (4, 3, 3, 3)
- 'The world is washing out it's stains' (10)
- 'Then smiled at nothing, childlike, being dead' (3, 4, 5)
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