Quote#Friendship
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Quote byWilfred Owen · 1893–1918
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Dulce et Decorum Est (1917).
English (original)
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.
— Wilfred Owen
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