![]() A brief personal essay about the treatment of conscientious objectors in WWI-era Britain. An archive of scanned documents from Owen's life and work, including his letters, as well as several handwritten drafts of "Dulce et Decorum Est" and other poems. One translation of the Horace ode that the lines "Dulce et Decorum Est" originally appear in. It also suggests many additional resources for exploration. This includes two of Jessie Pope's patriotic poems, as well as poems by Siegfried Sassoon and others and various contemporary illustrations. The Norton Anthology's overview of literary representation of World War I, with accompanying texts. A recording of "Dulce et Decorum Est," provided by the Poetry Foundation. ![]() A concise historical account of the development of chemical weapons, with detailed descriptions of the poison gases used in WWI. A detailed biographical sketch of Wilfred Owen's life, including analysis of his work. All went lame all blind ħDrunk with fatigue deaf even to the hootsĩGas! GAS! Quick, boys!-An ecstasy of fumblingġ0Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,ġ1But someone still was yelling out and stumblingġ2And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.-ġ3Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,ġ4As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.ġ5In all my dreams before my helpless sight,ġ6He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.ġ7If in some smothering dreams, you too could paceġ9And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,Ģ0His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin Ģ1If you could hear, at every jolt, the bloodĢ2Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Ģ4Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-Ģ5My friend, you would not tell with such high zestĢ6To children ardent for some desperate glory, Build: Building floors, walls, furniture, storage and workshops. ![]() Many had lost their boots,ĦBut limped on, blood-shod. Hospital: Caretaking of hospital patients and healing injured patients with bandages. 1Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,ĢKnock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,ģTill on the haunting flares we turned our backs,ĤAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.ĥMen marched asleep.
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