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VERSES: Dulce Et Decorum Est  

Olivia Hoffman 2014
Last Updated: Mar 28, 2014 URL: http://libguides.huhs.org/content.php?pid=569672 Print Guide RSS UpdatesEmail Alerts

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Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

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.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas shells dropping softly behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
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.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

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;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country.

 

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Olivia Hoffman

My name is Olivia Hoffman, and I am a senior at Hartford Union High School. Contrary to the popular belief that seniors take all easy classes, I am currently enrolled in a number of advanced placement courses that have together provided me with a highly enriching academic experience this year. My classes include AP Literature and Composition, AP Calculus BC, AP Physics, AP Biology, H Spanish V, PLTW: Biomedical Innovations, and AP Psychology. When I am not studying, I enjoy a number of hobbies and extracurricular activities, including cross country, half marathons, math team, National Honor Society, SMART Team, and reading. I also participate in volunteer work through various programs such as National Honor Society, helping out at the events of other HUHS cocurricular groups, Family Promise, and Friess Lake School. I hold a part-time job at Cousins Subs in Slinger as a Crew Leader, where I have been an employee for two years. I am driven by a fervent faith in God and a determination to reach full potential in anything and everything I do. 

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