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oops, forgot a set of lines last time


And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

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Right poet, cdsg, but the title's "The Lake Isle of Innisfree".
Here's the last verse after you gave us the first! It's just such a peaceful poem.



I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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Since the last one's already been guessed, but nobody's put up a new one:

I looked upon the rotting sea and tore my eyes away
I looked upon the rotting deck and there the dead men lay
I looked heavenward and tried to pray, but o'e'er a prayer had gushed
A wicked whisper came and made my heart as dry as dust
I closed my eyes, and kept them closed
And the balls like pulses beat
For the sky and the sea and the sea and the sky
Lay like a load on my weary eye
And the dead were at my feet


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The Ancient Mariner by Coleridge

A sudden thought of one so pale
for love of her, and all in vain:
so, she was come through wind and rain.
But I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew

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Romeo, you seem to like the Victorians!

Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning



They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;

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[quote="gumtree"]Romeo, you seem to like the Victorians!

Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning



They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;

I think these lines are from Dylan Thomas's "Death has no dominion"


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That's right, now do you have lines for us to guess?

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Thank you for guessing, mvr_moorthy, welcome to the forum, do join our game. :)

cdsg23, for someone who has Flameheart reciting "Go not gentle............"
I knew you'd get it! Dylan Thomas is one of my favourite writers.

A little lighter this time -

He holds all the patent monopolies
For performing surprising illusions
And creating eccentric confusions.
At prestidigitation
And at legerdemain
He'll defy examination
And deceive you again.

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Mr. Mistoffelees!

Oh what a wonderful cat.


"Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:"

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cdsg23 wrote:
Mr. Mistoffelees!
"Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:"


These lines are from "Daffodils" --- Wordsworth.

Now guess the following:

"Over the damp grave I speak the words of my love:
I with no rights in this matter,
Neither father,nor lover."


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It's "Elegy For Jane" by Theodore Roethke

How about this one:

"WHY so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do 't?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame! This will not move;
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her:
The devil take her! "


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It's "Why So Pale and Wan, Fond Lover?"
by Sir John Suckling


"We live in the egg,
We have covered the inside wall
Of the shell with dirty drawings
And the christian names of our enemies ...."


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The poet is Gunther Grass, but I don't know the title, mvr.



In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the western drovers go;
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

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CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW - A.B. "Banjo" Paterson


'FIVE years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.--Once again
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wild secluded scene impress
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect
The landscape with the quiet of the sky.
The day is come when I again repose
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves
'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
With some uncertain notice, as might seem
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire
The Hermit sits alone.'


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I do not know the titile of the poem, but I know that it is Wordsworth.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

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