{"id":1268,"date":"2015-05-11T09:37:00","date_gmt":"2015-05-11T08:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/english.lycee.nl\/?p=1268"},"modified":"2015-05-11T18:35:23","modified_gmt":"2015-05-11T17:35:23","slug":"dulce-et-decorum-est-english-french","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/?page_id=1268","title":{"rendered":"dulce et decorum est, English \/ french"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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Dulce Et Decorum Est<\/i> \u00a0<\/dt>\n
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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
\n<\/i> Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
\n<\/i> Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
\n<\/i> And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
\n<\/i> Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
\n<\/i> But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
\n<\/i> Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
\n<\/i> Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
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\nGas! Gas! Quick, boys!\u2013An ecstasy of fumbling,
\n<\/i> Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
\n<\/i> But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
\n<\/i> And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime…
\n<\/i> Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
\n<\/i> As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
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\nIn all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
\n<\/i> He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
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\nIf in some smothering dreams you too could pace
\n<\/i> Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
\n<\/i> And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
\n<\/i> His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
\n<\/i> If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
\n<\/i> Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
\n<\/i> Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
\n<\/i> Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, \u2014
\n<\/i> My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
\n<\/i> To children ardent for some desperate glory,
\n<\/i> The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
\n<\/i> Pro patria mori.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n

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Dulce Et Decorum Est<\/i>\u00a0<\/dt>\n
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Pli\u00e9s en deux, tels de vieux mendiants sous leur sac,
\nHarpies cagneuses et crachotantes, \u00e0 coups de jurons
\nNous pataugions dans la gadoue, hors des obs\u00e9dants \u00e9clairs,
\nEt pesamment clopinions vers notre lointain repos.
\nOn marche en dormant. Beaucoup ont perdu leurs bottes
\nEt s’en vont, boiteux chauss\u00e9s de sang, estropi\u00e9s, aveugles\u00a0;
\nIvres de fatigue, sourds m\u00eame aux hululements estomp\u00e9s
\nDes Cinq-Neuf distanc\u00e9s qui s’abattent vers l’arri\u00e8re[<\/span><\/span>N 1<\/span>]<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n

Le gaz\u00a0! Le gaz\u00a0! Vite, les gars\u00a0! Effar\u00e9s et \u00e0 t\u00e2tons
\nCoiffant juste \u00e0 temps les casques malais\u00e9s\u00a0;
\nMais quelqu’un hurle encore et tr\u00e9buche
\nEt s’effondre, se d\u00e9battant, comme enlis\u00e9 dans le feu ou la chaux…
\nVaguement, par les vitres embu\u00e9es, l’\u00e9paisse lumi\u00e8re verte,
\nComme sous un oc\u00e9an de vert, je le vis se noyer.<\/p>\n

Dans tous mes r\u00eaves, sous mes yeux impuissants,
\nIl plonge vers moi, se vide \u00e0 flots, s’\u00e9touffe, il se noie.<\/p>\n

Qu’en des r\u00eaves suffocants vos pas \u00e0 vous aussi
\nSuivent le fourgon o\u00f9 nous l’avons jet\u00e9,
\nQue votre regard croise ces yeux blancs convuls\u00e9s,
\nCette face qui pend, comme d’un d\u00e9mon \u00e9c\u0153ur\u00e9 de p\u00e9ch\u00e9\u00a0;
\nQue votre oreille \u00e0 chaque cahot capte ces gargouillis
\nDe sang jaillissant des poumons rong\u00e9s d’\u00e9cume,
\nCe cancer obsc\u00e8ne, ce rebut d’amertume tel, immonde,
\nL’ulc\u00e8re \u00e0 jamais corrompant la langue innocente, \u2014
\nAmi, avec ce bel entrain plus ne direz
\nAux enfants br\u00fblant de gloire d\u00e9sesp\u00e9r\u00e9e,
\nCe Mensonge de toujours\u00a0: Dulce et decorum est<\/i>
\nPro patria mori<\/i>[<\/span><\/span>N 2<\/span>]<\/span><\/span><\/u><\/a><\/sup>.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dulce Et Decorum Est \u00a0 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; DrunkContinue reading<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1268","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1268","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1268"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1268\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1269,"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1268\/revisions\/1269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mrglackin.eu\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1268"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}