 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...  The Yale Review - עמוד 179נערך על ידי - 1922תצוגה מלאה - מידע על ספר זה
 | 1921 - 188 דפים
...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...gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues — My friend, you would not tell with such high... | |
 | 1924 - 136 דפים
...dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes wilting in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick...gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, — My friend, you would not tell with such high... | |
 | 1924 - 132 דפים
...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...wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes wilting in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt,... | |
 | Carl Van Doren, Mark Van Doren - 1925 - 432 דפים
...that it exists in itself ; were it otherwise, the pity would not have been so powerfully expressed. If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues — My friend, you would not tell with such high... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 דפים
...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...wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes wilting in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt,... | |
 | David Baldwin Clark - 2001 - 216 דפים
...inevitable, but so often they die horribly. He recalled Wilfred Owen's poem from the First World War: "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 tonguesMy friend, you would... | |
 | Kent Gramm - 2001 - 350 דפים
...poem." Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!— an ecstasy of fumbling . . . One man fails to get his mask on in time: If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon thai we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's... | |
 | Martin Collier, Bill Marriott - 2002 - 290 דפים
...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...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... | |
 | Kathy Sammis - 2002 - 154 דפים
...Owen [A sudden gas attack fills one soldier's lungs.] He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind...blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, — My friend, you would not tell wirth... | |
 | Gregory Orr - 2002 - 250 דפים
...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...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... | |
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