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.

Owen is considered one of the greatest war poets, thanks in part to his moving poem Dulce et Decorum Est. The poem describes a gas attack in the trenches and pulsates with a sense of horror and ...

The allure of dying a glorious death in war isn’t recent. Ancient Roman poet Horace hailed it as dulce et decorum [sweet and fitting] in his widely recognised ode written between 23 BC and 13 BC.