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War poetry . We are learning: to identify poetic devices. Outcome: to identify poetic devices use in Wilfred Owen’s poetry. Wilfred Edward Salter Owen (1893-1918). . http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en-GB&v=P4Lzo_EXXOQ

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war poetry
War poetry
  • We are learning: to identify poetic devices.
  • Outcome: to identify poetic devices use in Wilfred Owen’s poetry.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en-GB&v=P4Lzo_EXXOQ

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dulce et decorum est
DULCE ET DECORUM EST

Bent double, like old beggarsunder sacks,Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flareswe turned our backsAnd towards our distant rest began to trudge.Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Ninesthat dropped behind.

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GAS! Gas!Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,Fitting the clumsy helmetsjust in time;But someone still was yelling out and stumblingAnd floundering like a man in fire or lime.Dim, through the misty panes and thick green lightAs under a green sea,I saw him drowning.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 paceBehind 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;If you could hear, at every jolt, the bloodCome gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf 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 estPro patria mori.

(It is sweet and just to die for your country).