Nowell Oxland

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Nowell Oxland was born in 1890 in England. He was a British poet who became known for his poignant reflections on war and patriotism during the First World War. Raised in an intellectual environment, Oxland attended Durham School and later Oxford University, where he nurtured his talent for writing. His poetry was influenced by his education and the ideals of the time, which celebrated heroism and sacrifice.

In 1914, Oxland enlisted in the British Army, joining the Border Regiment as a second lieutenant. His military career began with optimism, but the grim realities of war soon found their way into his writing. Oxland was deployed to the Gallipoli Peninsula, a site of brutal fighting during the Dardanelles campaign. The experience of trench warfare and the devastating loss of life profoundly impacted him and shaped his most notable work.

His poem “Outward Bound,” written shortly before his death, captures the mixture of duty and foreboding that many soldiers felt. The poem reflects Oxland’s sense of connection to his homeland and the somber awareness of the sacrifices being made. It stands as a testament to the young men who left home, often never to return.

In August 1915, during the Gallipoli campaign, Oxland was killed in action at the age of 25. His death cut short a promising literary career, but his work left a lasting impression. Though his poems were few in number, they conveyed the emotional and physical toll of war with striking clarity. They have been preserved as part of the broader canon of war poetry, offering insight into the mindset of a generation marked by conflict.

Oxland’s legacy lies in the raw honesty of his writing. His poetry serves as a reminder of the human cost of war and the voices that were silenced too soon. Despite his brief life, his work continues to resonate, standing alongside the works of other First World War poets who sought to make sense of the chaos and loss they experienced.

You may learn more at the England Remembered and Forgotten Poets of the First World War.

Outward Bound

Nowell Oxland
There’s a waterfall I’m leaving

Running down the rocks in foam,
There’s a pool for which I’m grieving

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