Wilfred Owen 0.0 / 5 ? English Languagedulce et decorum estOtherAll boards Created by: Spot_tia_willsonCreated on: 28-05-15 09:20 Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots ______________________________________________________ 1 of 22 Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. ______________________________________________________ 2 of 22 Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling ______________________________________________________ 3 of 22 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, ______________________________________________________ 4 of 22 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling ______________________________________________________ 5 of 22 And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.— ______________________________________________________ 6 of 22 Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, ______________________________________________________ 7 of 22 As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. ______________________________________________________ 8 of 22 In all my dreams before my helpless sight, ______________________________________________________ 9 of 22 He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. ______________________________________________________ 10 of 22 If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace ______________________________________________________ 11 of 22 Behind the wagon that we flung him in, ______________________________________________________ 12 of 22 And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, ______________________________________________________ 13 of 22 His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; ______________________________________________________ 14 of 22 If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood ______________________________________________________ 15 of 22 Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, ______________________________________________________ 16 of 22 Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud ______________________________________________________ 17 of 22 Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— ______________________________________________________ 18 of 22 My friend, you would not tell with such high zest ______________________________________________________ 19 of 22 To children ardent for some desperate glory, ______________________________________________________ 20 of 22 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est ______________________________________________________ 21 of 22 Pro patria mori. ______________________________________________________ 22 of 22
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