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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536228" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dulce et Decorum Est</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,<br>2 Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,<br>3 Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,<br>4 And towards our distant rest began to trudge.<br>5 Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,<br>6 But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;<br>7 Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots<br>8 Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling<br>10 Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,<br>11 But someone still was yelling out and stumbling<br>12 And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--<br>13 Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,<br>14 As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">15 In all my dreams before my helpless sight<br>16 He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace<br>18 Behind the wagon that we flung him in,<br>19 And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,<br>20 His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,<br>21 If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood<br>22 Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs<br>23 Bitter as the cud<br>24 Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--<br>25 My friend, you would not tell with such high zest<br>26 To children ardent for some desperate glory,<br>27 The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est<br>28 Pro patria mori.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Owen">Wilfred Owen</a><div class=q>
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