Quiz: Guess the poem .....
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Okie,
Promised KittynMeow to put this one up last week, but i was busy with school
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so here's a few, read and guess their titles eh ...
1) A Thousand Martyrs I have Made , By Aphra Behn - identified by KittynMeow
full poem below ...
Alone the glory and the spoil
I always laughing bore away;
The triumphs, without pain or toil,
Without the hell, the heav'n of joy.
And while I thus at random rove
Despise the fools that whine for love.
2) The Tyger by William Black - correctly identified by dsnake1
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
3)When we two parted by Lord Byron (identified by Oxford Mushroom)
(a poem that still brings a pang whenever i read it again .... )
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss,
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this ......
The dew of the morning
Sunk a chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now,
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame .....
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear,
A shudder comes o'er me -
Why wert thou so dear ? ....
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well,
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell ....
In secret we met,
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee ?
With silence ..... and tears ....
4) Love's Secret By William Blake (identified by Oxford Mushroom)
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be.
For the gentle wind does move,
Silently, invisibly .....
I told my love ... I told my love ....
I told her all my heart ....
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears ....
Ah! she did depart .......
Soon after she was gone from me ....
A traveller came by ..
Silently ... Invisibly ....
He took her with a sigh .....
5) The Ballad of East and West, Rudyard Kipling (correctly identified by Bluesky_Liz!)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,
Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;
But there is neither East nor West,Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face,
tho' they come from the ends of the earth!
(whole poem is too long to post here (actually tells a story), but now you know where that famous quote of the first line come from ... )
6) I am not yours, By Sarah Teasdale (identified by Oxford Mushroom)
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
7) The Burial of Love by Lord Tennyson (identified by Oxford Mushroom)
For her the showers shall not fall,
Nor the round sun shine that shineth to all;
Her light shall into darkness change;
For her the green grass shall not spring,
Nor the rivers flow, nor the sweet birds sing,
Till Love have his full revenge .........
8.) The Road Not taken, Robert Frost (identified by Bluesky_Liz)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
All of them are rather famous poems by well known poets, so have fun, and see how many you can get ! ...
I'll post the full poem out as their titles are correctly guessed ...
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5) Rudy Kipling - The Ballad of East and West (I think)
8 ) Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken -
Ahhh ..... nice ! .....Originally posted by Bluesky_Liz:5) Rudy Kipling - The Ballad of East and West (I think)
8 ) Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken
first two down ....
yeps, that's right ....
Ballad of East and West, Rudyard Kipling
and
The Road not taken, Robert Frost ......
full poem coming up ... -
Here's a link to the poem by Rudy Kipling if anyone is interested: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/ballad_of_east_and_west.html
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No 2.
The Tyger
William Blake
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That's right ! ....Originally posted by dsnake1:No 2.
The Tyger
William Blake
It's The Tyger .... from his Songs of Experience collection ... -
Sad, sad love poems:
3. When we two parted by Byron
4. Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake
6. I am not yours by Sarah Teasdale
7. The burial of love by Tennyson
I love sad, sad love poems. And here are my 2 favourites:
A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain;
And sweet is death who puts an end to pain.. -
That's right ! .... every single one of them ! ... wow .....Originally posted by oxford mushroom:Sad, sad love poems:
3. When we two parted by Byron
4. Never seek to tell thy love by William Blake
6. I am not yours by Sarah Teasdale
7. The burial of love by Tennyson
I love sad, sad love poems. And here are my 2 favourites:
A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss;
but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain;
And sweet is death who puts an end to pain..
except number 4 .....
are you a poetry aficionado too ? .....
The second one's a Tennyson isn't it ? ...
Love ... art thou sweet ? ....
then bitter death must be .......
Love .... art thou bitter ? ....
then sweet is death to me ....
Love ... if death be sweeter .....
Let me die .............................
though i have to admit i'm stumped by the first one ....
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Isn't no.4 'Never seek to tell thy love' from William Blake?Originally posted by Fatum:That's right ! .... every single one of them ! ... wow .....
except number 4 .....
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh. -
that's not the title actually ....Originally posted by oxford mushroom:Isn't no.4 'Never seek to tell thy love' from William Blake?
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she doth depart.
Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
the title starts with the four letter L word .... -
Ah yes...Love's secret...I was too lazy to check it up earlier...it's in my Oxford Book of English Verse...Originally posted by Fatum:that's not the title actually ....
the title starts with the four letter L word ....
Anyway, I am partial to sad, love poetry, whether in English or Chinese...so I tend to follow a genre rather than a particular poet. As to the two earlier poems, you right about Tennyson...it's about Elaine dying of a broken heart for Sir Lancelot. The other is also about unrequited love...it's by a poet from the other place, Abraham Cowley (From Anacreon, Gold.) -
That's right ... Love's secret .....Originally posted by oxford mushroom:Ah yes...Love's secret...I was too lazy to check it up earlier...it's in my Oxford Book of English Verse...
Anyway, I am partial to sad, love poetry, whether in English or Chinese...so I tend to follow a genre rather than a particular poet. As to the two earlier pems, you right about Tennyson...it's about Elaine dying of a broken heart for Sir Lancelot. The other is also about unquited love...it's by a poet from the other place, Abraham Cowley (From Anacreon, Gold.)
Me too, I'm a sap .... I like reading them at night with a few bottles of beer .... and let certain memories assail me with the words .....
Perhaps you can share more of it in here too, OM .... -
The first poem is A Thousand Martys I have Made by Aphra Behn.
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That's right ! ...Originally posted by KittynMeow:The first poem is A Thousand Martys I have Made by Aphra Behn.
the very first English female professional writer and poet ...
full poem coming up ! ...
and what about the others ....
original post's getting long .... so i'll put the full poem here instead ...
A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed,
That languish in resistless Fire ...
The untamed heart to hand I brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought ....
I never vowed nor sighed in vain
But both, thought false, were well received ...
The Fair is pleased to give us pain
And what they wish is soon believed.
And though I talked of wounds and smart,
Love's pleasures only touched my heart.
Alone the glory and the spoil
I always laughing bore away;
The triumphs, without pain or toil,
Without the hell, the heaven of joy.
And while I thus at random rove
Despise the fools that whine for love .... -
*heh .....
I just realised that every one of them has been identified ....
time to put up another quiz ! ....