Quote#Death
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Quote byWilfred Owen · 1893–1918
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Anthem for Doomed Youth.
English (original)
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? — Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, — The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
— Wilfred Owen
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