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The text of Wilfred Owen's poem 'Dulce et decorum est' in a slideshow with some images taken from the World War One Poetry Archive.

You can download the original Apple Keynote file here: http://db.tt/MmPRKOGM

There are more images in the original, and I've used animations to help tell the story.

If you use it, I'd love a comment! Thanks. ;o)

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  • Dulce et decorum est autoplay

    1. 1. Dulce etDecorum EstWil#ed Owen
    2. 2. Dulce et Decorum EstBent 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.
    3. 3. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their bootsBut limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    4. 4. Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
    5. 5. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And floundring like a man in fire or lime. . .
    6. 6. Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
    7. 7. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
    8. 8. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    9. 9. And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devils sick of sin;
    10. 10. If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    11. 11. My friend, you
    12. 12. My friend, youwould not tellTochildrenardent for some desperate glory,
    13. 13. The oldlie:
    14. 14. Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori
    15. 15. Wil#ed Owen

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