The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,Treading blood from lungs that ha…”

“As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fad…”

“What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the …”

“And in his eyesThe cold stars lighting, very old and bleak,In different skies.”