1. ‘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 backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of disappointed shells that dropped behind. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; 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.

2. Bent double, like old beggars under, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through, Till on the haunting flares we turned our And towards our distant rest began to. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the Of disappointed shells that dropped. GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of , Fitting the clumsy helmets just in; But someone still was yelling out and And floundering like a man in fire or .-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green As under a green sea, I saw him. In all my dreams, before my helpless, He plunges at me, guttering, choking,. If in some smothering dreams you too could Behind the wagon that we flung him, And watch the white eyes writhing in his, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of; If you could hear, at every jolt, the Come gargling from the froth-corrupted, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the Of vile, incurable sores on innocent,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high To children ardent for some desperate, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum Pro patria

3. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, , Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs . Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling, ; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling .-- Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, If in some smothering dreams you too could pace , And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood , Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud ,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

4. 2012 Exam Papers Q2 ‘Base Details’
From the poetry you have studied choose a poet whose work impressed you.
(a) What topics or themes does the poet deal with in the poetry that you have studied?
Support your answer with reference to the work of your chosen poet. (15)
(b) Explain why you find the work of your chosen poet impressive. Give reasons for your answer with reference to his or her poetry.