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1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, 3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs, 4 And towards our distant rest began to trudge. 5 Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, 6 But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; 7 Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots 8 Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. 9 Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling 10 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, 11 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling 12 And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.-- 13 Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, 14 As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. 15 In all my dreams before my helpless sight 16 He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. 17 If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace 18 Behind the wagon that we flung him in, 19 And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, 20 His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, 21 If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood 22 Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs 23 Bitter as the cud 24 Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- 25 My friend, you would not tell with such high zest 26 To children ardent for some desperate glory, 27 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est 28 Pro patria mori. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |