logging in or signing up 1B War Poem Timing FrankCostanza Download Post to : URL : Related Presentations : Share Add to Flag Embed Email Send to Blogs and Networks Add to Channel Uploaded from authorPOINT lite Insert YouTube videos in PowerPont slides with aS Desktop Copy embed code: (To copy code, click on the text box) Embed: URL: Thumbnail: WordPress Embed Customize Embed The presentation is successfully added In Your Favorites. Views: 26 Category: Entertainment License: All Rights Reserved Like it (0) Dislike it (0) Added: April 17, 2011 This Presentation is Public Favorites: 0 Presentation Description No description available. Comments Posting comment... Premium member Presentation Transcript Dulce Et Decorum Est (It is sweet and right to die for your country): Dulce Et Decorum Est (It is sweet and right to die for your country) By Wilfred OwenSlide 2: Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knocked-kneed, Coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And toward our distant rest began to trudge.Slide 3: Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Slide 4: Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nine’s that dropped behind.Slide 5: Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumblingSlide 6: And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.Slide 7: In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dream you too could paceSlide 8: 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;Slide 9: If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudSlide 10: Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent with some desperate glory,Slide 11: The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. You do not have the permission to view this presentation. In order to view it, please contact the author of the presentation.
1B War Poem Timing FrankCostanza Download Post to : URL : Related Presentations : Share Add to Flag Embed Email Send to Blogs and Networks Add to Channel Uploaded from authorPOINT lite Insert YouTube videos in PowerPont slides with aS Desktop Copy embed code: (To copy code, click on the text box) Embed: URL: Thumbnail: WordPress Embed Customize Embed The presentation is successfully added In Your Favorites. Views: 26 Category: Entertainment License: All Rights Reserved Like it (0) Dislike it (0) Added: April 17, 2011 This Presentation is Public Favorites: 0 Presentation Description No description available. Comments Posting comment... Premium member Presentation Transcript Dulce Et Decorum Est (It is sweet and right to die for your country): Dulce Et Decorum Est (It is sweet and right to die for your country) By Wilfred OwenSlide 2: Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knocked-kneed, Coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And toward our distant rest began to trudge.Slide 3: Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Slide 4: Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nine’s that dropped behind.Slide 5: Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumblingSlide 6: And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.Slide 7: In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dream you too could paceSlide 8: 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;Slide 9: If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudSlide 10: Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent with some desperate glory,Slide 11: The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.