This word cloud in the shape of Wilfred Owen's image is made up of the words from Dulce est Decorum Est. Suitable for History lessons on the First World War as well as English lessons on War Poetry...

This word cloud in the shape of Wilfred Owen's image is made up of the words from Dulce est Decorum Est. Suitable for History lessons on the First World War as well as English lessons on War Poetry...

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Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,...

Dulce et Decorum Est Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,...

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TWO READINGS OF DULCE ET DECORUM EST Copyright © David Roberts and Saxon Books 1998. Free use by students for personal use only. If reproduced by teachers for non-commercial use with their own students the copyright should be covered under a general license for photocopying - in which case, if the institution is asked to record copyright ownership it should be attributed to Saxon Books/David Roberts/Out in the Dark.

TWO READINGS OF DULCE ET DECORUM EST Copyright © David Roberts and Saxon Books 1998. Free use by students for personal use only. If reproduced by teachers for non-commercial use with their own students the copyright should be covered under a general license for photocopying - in which case, if the institution is asked to record copyright ownership it should be attributed to Saxon Books/David Roberts/Out in the Dark.

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Dulce et decorum est An Explication

Dulce et decorum est An Explication

That old lie: "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." (It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.)

That old lie: "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori." (It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.)

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▶ Wilfred Owen - Dulce Et Decorum Est - Full Lecture and Analysis by Dr. Andrew Barker - YouTube

▶ Wilfred Owen - Dulce Et Decorum Est - Full Lecture and Analysis by Dr. Andrew Barker - YouTube

"Move him into the sun—  Gently its touch awoke him once,  At home, whispering of fields unsown.  Always it woke him, even in France,  Until this morning and this snow.  If anything might rouse him now  The kind old sun will know".    Futility - Wilfred Owen

"Move him into the sun— Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know". Futility - Wilfred Owen

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