| [00:17.62] |
Bent double， like old beggars under sacks， |
| [00:21.26] |
Knock-kneed， coughing like hags， we cursed through sludge， |
| [00:26.75] |
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs |
| [00:30.82] |
And towards our distant rest began to trudge. |
| [00:35.75] |
Men marched asleep. |
| [00:39.27] |
Many had lost their boots. |
| [00:40.44] |
But limped on， blood-shod. |
| [00:44.57] |
All went lame； all blind； |
| [00:48.08] |
Drunk with fatigue； deaf even to the hoots |
| [00:51.68] |
of disappointed shells that dropped behind. |
| [00:55.71] |
Gas！ Gas！ Quick， boys！ - An ecstasy of fumbling， |
| [01:00.28] |
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time； |
| [01:03.18] |
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling |
| [01:05.52] |
And floundering like a man in fire or lime …… |
| [01:08.90] |
Dim， through the misty panes and thick green light， |
| [01:12.11] |
As under a green sea， I saw him drowning. |
| [01:18.35] |
In all my dreams， before my helpless sight， |
| [01:22.40] |
He plunges at me， guttering， choking， drowning. |
| [01:31.34] |
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace |
| [01:34.44] |
Behind the wagon that we flung him in， |
| [01:37.11] |
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face， |
| [01:40.24] |
His hanging face， like a devil's sick of sin； |
| [01:44.71] |
If you could hear， at every jolt， the blood |
| [01:48.16] |
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs， |
| [01:51.63] |
Obscene as cancer， bitter as the cud of vile， |
| [01:55.24] |
Incurable sores on innocent tongues， |
| [01:58.56] |
My friend， you would not tell with such high zest |
| [02:02.92] |
To children ardent for some desperate glory， |
| [02:07.76] |
The old Lie： Dulce et decorum est |
| [02:12.25] |
Pro patria mori. |
| [02:17.48] |
|
