Poetry Page
Poetry Page
| I'm still puting this page to gether, but in the meantime, I've put up some other famous lines of poetry. Just for fun, how many authors and works can you identify? |
| 1. |
Roses are red and violets are blue... |
| 2. |
O, My luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June... |
| 3. |
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.... |
| 4. |
... When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed ... |
| 5. |
A rose is a rose is a rose... |
| 6. |
You may write me down in history, With your bitter, twisted lies, You may
trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I'll rise... |
| 7. |
There was a young man from Nantucket... |
| 8. |
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.... |
| 9. |
How do I love thee, let me count the ways...
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| 10. |
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy... |
| 11. |
Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night, ...
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| 12. |
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread -- and Thou... |
| 13. |
...Water, water everywhere, the boards began to shrink, Water water everywhere, and not a drop to drink...
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| 14. |
The best laid schemes o'mice and men gang aft a-gley ... |
| 15. |
...by jingo, by gee, by gosh, by gum, for life's not a paragraph, And death i think is no parenthesis.
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| 16. |
Here I sit broken-hearted.... |
| 17. |
There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, And hydrogen and oxygen and
nitrogen and rhenium, And nickel, neodymium, neptunium, germanium, And iron, americium, ruthenium, uranium, ... |
| 18. |
I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree ...
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| 19. |
... Indeed, unless the billboards fall, I shall never see a tree at all.
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| 20. |
Once upon a midnight dreary....
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| 21. |
Immanuel
Kant was a real pissant Who was very rarely stable. Heidegger, Heidegger was
a boozy beggar Who could drink you under the table. David Hume could out-consume
Schopenhauer and Hegel ... Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram. And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink therefore I am"... |
| 22. |
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee... |
| 23. |
May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be ever at your back ...
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| 24. |
Camptown ladies sing this song, doo dah, doo dah... |
| 25. |
... through the smokerings of my mind, the foggy ruins of time, out to the windy beach, far from the frozen reach....
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| 26. |
... "The time has come," the Walrus said "To talk of many things: Of shoes and
ships and sealing wax -- Of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings." ... |
| 27. |
... for I have many miles to go before I sleep, many miles to go before I sleep.
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| 28. |
Ooo I need your love babe, guess you know it's true...
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| 29. |
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smell awful; You might as well live.
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| 30. |
... any hombre who doesn't buy me a drink.
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| 31. |
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote the droughte of March hath perced to the roote... [When April with his showers sweet with fruit The drought of March has pierced unto the root ... ] |
| 32. |
... Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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| 33. |
...With bacon rinds and chicken bones, Drippy ends of ice cream
cones, Prunes pits, peach pits, orange peels, Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
... |
| 34. |
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who
moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would
make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was the night on the marge in Lake LaBarge when I cremated Sam McGee ...
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| 35. |
If the glove don't fit, you got to acquit.
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| 36. |
I've
seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical
naked, dragging through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angleheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry
dynamo in the machinery of night ...
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| 37. |
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintery sea; And the skipper
had taken his little daughter, To bear him company ...
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| 38. |
...A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. ... |
| 39. |
Swizzle my dwizzle
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| 40. |
Give me your tired, your poor, Your
huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your
teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift
my lamp beside the golden door
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| 41. |
Oh to go up in a swing, up in the air so high.
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| 42. |
Gray-eyed Athena sent them a favourable breeze, a fresh west, singing over the dark wine sea, ... |
| 43. |
Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil.
Thy hair is like a flock of goats, moving down the slopes of Gilead. Thy
teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins. ... Thy breasts are like two youngs fawns, twins
of a gazelle that feed amoung the lillies. ... |
| 44. |
...Famed was this Beowulf: far flew
the boast of him, son of Scyld, in the Scandian lands. So becomes it a youth
to quit him well... |
| 45. |
There was a little girl Who had a little
curl Right in the middle of her forehead; And when she was good, She was
very very good, But when she was bad, she was horrid. |
| 46. |
I took one Draught of Life — I'll tell you what I paid — Precisely an existance — The market price, they said. |
| 47. |
...Yet the ear, it fully knows, By
the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet, the ear
distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger
sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells
— ... |
| 48. |
...This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. |
| 49. |
... Though I've belted you an' flayed you, By the living God that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! |
| 50. |
... Theirs was not to make reply, Theirs was not to reason why, Theirs was but to do and die. ... |
| 51. |
... All hope abandon, ye who enter here! ... |
| 52. |
...And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row |
| How many did you get? |
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| 1. | Mother Goose |
| 2. | Robert Burns (My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose) |
| 3. | William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet) |
| 4. | Clement Clarke Moore (T'was the Night Before Christmas) |
| 5. | Getrude Stein (Sacred Entity) |
| 6. | Maya Angelou (And Still I Rise) |
| 7. | Anon. (limerick) |
| 8. | Carl Sandberg (The Fog) |
| 9. | Elizabeth Barrett Browning (How do I Love Thee) |
| 10. | Kid Rock ("Bawitdaba") |
| 11. | William Blake (The Tiger) |
| 12. | Omar Khayyam (Rubaiyat, quatrain 11) |
| 13. | Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Rime of the Ancient Mariner) |
| 14. | Robert Burns (To A Mouse) |
| 15. | e.e.cumings (next to of course god america i...) |
| 16. | Anonomous (traditional public restroom grafitti) |
| 17. | Tom Leher (The Elements) |
| 18. | Joyce Kilmer (Trees) |
| 19. | Ogden Nash (Song of the Open Road) |
| 20. | Edgar Allen Poe (the Raven) |
| 21 | Monty Python (the Philosopher's Song) |
| 22. | Mohammed Ali (attributed) |
| 23. | Anon (Irish Blessing) |
| 24. | Stephen Foster (Camptown Ladies) |
| 25. | Bob Dylan (Mr. Tamborine Man) |
| 26. | Lewis Carrol (The Walrus and he Carpenter from Alice in Wonderland) |
| 27. | Robert Frost (Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening) |
| 28. | Lennon/McCartney ("Eight Days a Week") |
| 29. | Dorothy Parker (Résumé) |
| 30. | Kim Konopka - I hope you all got this one! This is a teaser of what will be on this page. |
| 31. | Geoffrey Chaucer (Canterbury Tales - Prologue) |
| 32. | Dylan Thomas (Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night) |
| 33. | Shel Silverstein - Sarah Silvia Cynthia Stout (Would Not Take the Garbage Out) |
| 34. | Robert W. Service (The Cremation of Sam McGee) |
| 35. | Johnny Cochran (attributed) |
| 36. | Allen Ginsberg (Howl) |
| 37. | Longfellow (The Wreck of the Hespurus) |
| 38 |
William Butler Yeats - Leda and the Swan |
| 39. | Snoop Dog (attributed) |
| 40. |
Emma Lazarus - The New Colossus |
| 41. |
Robert Lewis Stevenson - The Swing (from A Child's Garden of Verses) |
| 42. |
Homer (the Odyssey bk. II, Line 420) |
| 43. |
Song of Solomon 4:1 |
| 44. |
Anon. Beowulf - Prologue. |
| 45. |
Longfellow - There Was a Little Girl |
| 46. |
Emily Dickenson No. 1725 |
| 47. |
Edgar Allen Poe The Bells |
| 48. |
T.S.Eliot The Hollow Men |
| 49. |
Rudyard Kipling Gunga Din |
| 50. |
Lord Alfred Tennyson The Charge of the Light Brigade |
| 51. |
Dante Alighieri - The Inferno |
| 52. |
Bob Dylan - Desolation Row |
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