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 "id": "wilfred-owen/anthem-for-doomed-youth",
 "title": "Anthem for Doomed Youth",
 "poet": "Wilfred Owen",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Poems",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1920,
  "venue": "Poems (1920)",
  "note": "First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?",
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   {
    "text": "Only the monstrous anger of the guns.",
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    "text": "Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle",
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   {
    "text": "Can patter out their hasty orisons.",
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   {
    "text": "No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs⁠—",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;",
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   {
    "text": "And bugles calling for them from sad shires.",
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   {
    "text": "What candles may be held to speed them all?",
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   {
    "text": "Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes",
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   {
    "text": "Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;",
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   {
    "text": "Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,",
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   {
    "text": "And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.",
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