Dulce et Decorum Est - Wartime Poetry Reading (with music)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) WelshTranscript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
bent double like only beggars and the sax knock kneed, coughing like hags. We cursed the sludge till on the haunting flares we turned our backs on towards our distant rest began to trudge Maine march to sleep. Many had lost their boots but limped on. Blood shot. All went leam. Hold blind, drunk with fatigue, deaf even to the hoots of gas shells dropping softly behind quick boys on ecstasy of fumbling, fitting the clumsy helmets just in time. But someone still was yelling out and stumbling on flung drink like a man in fire or line dim through the misty panes and thick green light as under a green sea, I saw him drown in all my dreams. Before my helpless site. He plunges on me, guttering choking. If in some smother in dreams, you two could pace behind the waggon that we flung him in and watched the white dies right then in his face, his hanging face like a devil, sick of sin, if you could hear it every jolt, the blood come gargling from the froth. Corrupted lungs, obscene as cans betters the cut file. Incurable sores on innocent tonnes are my friend. You would not tell with such high zest to Children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie Still she decorum est pro Patria Mori.
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Narrator, Authentic, Moody, Mysterious, Sad, Serious, Slow Paced, Sympathetic, Thoughtful, British (General), Welsh