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Dulce et Decorum Est. By:Wilfred Owen. “It is sweet and right to die for your country.”. Alliteration. 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, - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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BY:WILFRED OWEN

Dulce et Decorum Est

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“It is sweet and right to die for your country.”

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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.

Alliteration

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Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boot,

But limped on, blood-shot. All went lame, all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind…

Hyperbole

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GAS! GAS! QUICK, BOYS!---

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Gas! Gas! Quick, boys!--- An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

Caesura

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But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And floud’ring like man on fire or lime—Dim through the misty panes and thick green

light,As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

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In all my dreams before my helpless sight

He plunges at me, guttering choking, drowning…

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If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,And watch the white eyes writhing in

his face,His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of

sin

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If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungsBiter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,---

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My friend, you would not tell with such high zestTo children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori…

It is sweet to die for one’s country…

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THEY WON’T UNDERSTAND

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