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ukip 05-Sep-08, 09:18 |
Identify Poets(With apologies to anyone here before me) ..even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to the sea Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun And ready, thou, to die with him SUMMER ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! |
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Identify poetsSwinburne: The Garden of Proserpine. Beautiful poem. Tennyson: In memoriam. Gerard Manly Hopkins: Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough... That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees.... At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. |
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ukip 06-Sep-08, 05:08 |
Identify poetsW B Yeats S T Coleridge Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. green-robed senators of might woods Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars ... high-builded cloud moving at summer's pace |
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poetsKeats: Hyperion Philip Larkin: Cut grass. You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl. The night attendant, a B.U sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head... Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us? |