Dulce et Decorum Est (1917)
link Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had Остаться в живых their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had Остаться в живых their boots
But limped on, blood-shod.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just...
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