Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

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 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 Read More …

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats

Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats 1. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains  My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains  One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,  But being too happy in thine happiness,—    That thou, light-winged Dryad of the Read More …