Poetry Quote by Wilfred Owen

Futility Move him into the sun - Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even…

— Wilfred Owen

“In the twilight of dawn, when his ears are still fresh to the day's first sounds, he can hear clearer than at any other…

— Shandi Mitchell

“He woke up frozen stiff. A cold dawn was lighting up the peaks on the other side of the valley, making them shine like…

— Stephen Deas

“He thought himself awake when he was already asleep. He saw the stars above his face, whirling on their silent and sleepless axis, and…

— T.H. White

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea…

— Anonymous

“And of late he had often found himself dreaming of snow, of the deep quiet of the wolfswood at night.”

— George R.R. Martin

“Long miles of snow and mountains spun out behind him, and his hooves scattered stardust or snow crystals. He went bounding on and on,…

— Elyne Mitchell

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with…

— Anne Carson

“When the sun was set I might perhaps go to sleep. I never let myself sleep during the day. Daytime sleep is a cursed…

— Iris Murdoch

He bent and laid his lips on her hands, which were cold and lifeless. She drew them away, and he turned to the door,…

— Edith Wharton

It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom…

— Charles Dickens

Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid

— Charles Lamb