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hobbitommWell, just to continue, on a slightly oblique tangent to the songs one, here's some lines of poetry, please name poet and poem. Only one poem per poet (where the poet is known!).
1)Bullock starteth, bucke farteth
2)These pretty pleasures might me move
3)This loam, this roughcast and this stone doth show
4)Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
5)Two hundred to adore each breast;
6)A being darkly wise, and rudely great;
7)Among these dark Satanic Mills?
8)We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
9)A savage place! as holy and enchanted
10)And Belgium's Capital had gathered then
11)The sods, with our bayonets turning,
12)The lone and level sands stretch far away.
13)A jug of wine, A loaf of bread- and Thou
14) That clothe the wold, and meet the sky;
15) Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
16) He took his vorpal blade in hand:
17)Home is the sailor, home from sea,
18)And blood and wine were on his hands
19)I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach
20)The Brides of Death that wait the groom
Rules- No googling, but books are fine ;)
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Date: 2004-09-15 04:58 pm (UTC)I should know 7 but don't. Hope there are some educated people about!
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:22 pm (UTC)08 - Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
13 - The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam
17 - Home Is the Sailor by AE Housman
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:24 pm (UTC)13 is the Rubiyat of Omar Khayyam, tho' I've got a different author/translator as well
17- Nope (tho' the line might be in that one as well!)
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:38 pm (UTC)20. The Destroyers - Kipling.
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Date: 2004-09-15 05:40 pm (UTC)You know my tastes too well! Tho' I hope you were impressed by my discipline in sticking to just one Kipling ;)
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 09:08 pm (UTC)4 - Paradise Lost (Milton) - or maybe something else by Milton
11 - Something by Wilfred Owen or Siegfried Sassoon, perhaps?
9 - Kubla Khan (Coleridge)
I like this idea with poetry - I must try it myself.
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:16 pm (UTC)4- It _is_ Milton, but it's not from Paradise Lost.
9- Yup
11- Nope... wrong set of bayonets.
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Date: 2004-09-16 01:17 am (UTC)7. Blake's Jerusalem
8. Auld Lang Syne. Burns.
11. Argh, can't remember the writer. The poem is called "the burial of sir someone-or-other at corunna"? Maybe ...
12. Ozymandias. Shelley.
13. It's the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam :)
16. Jabberwocky. Lewis Carroll.
17. This is annoying, because I know the next few lines but can't remember the title :P
19. T S Eliot. The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock
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Date: 2004-09-16 05:08 pm (UTC)11 is indeed 'The Burial of Sir Someone-or-other at Corunna' ;) Name that General ;)
Still left...
Date: 2004-09-16 08:00 pm (UTC)3)This loam, this roughcast and this stone doth show
5)Two hundred to adore each breast;
6)A being darkly wise, and rudely great;
10)And Belgium's Capital had gathered then
11)The sods, with our bayonets turning,
14) That clothe the wold, and meet the sky;
15) Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
18)And blood and wine were on his hands
You do realise that this means you lot are better at poetry than my taste in music? ;)
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Date: 2004-09-17 04:34 pm (UTC)2)These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee, and be thy love
3)This loam, this roughcast, and this stone doth show,
That I am this same Wall. The Truth is so.
5)Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
6)Placed on this isthmus of a middle state
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
10)And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
11)We buried him darkly at dead of night,
The sods with our bayonets turning,
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light
And the lanthorn dimly burning.
14)That clothe the wold, and meet the sky;
And through the fields, the road runs by
15)Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed
At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go
Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though,
Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,
Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
And Copperbird _really_ should get 18 ;)
18)For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
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Date: 2004-09-17 04:55 pm (UTC)2 sound's Donne'ish.
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Date: 2004-09-17 06:01 pm (UTC)2 isn't Donne.
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:44 am (UTC)- Sophie
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Date: 2004-09-20 11:53 am (UTC)I'll post the answers later in the week, if nobody's got any of the others.
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Date: 2004-09-20 03:20 pm (UTC)2) Shakespere sonnet
6) Sounds like Blake?
14) Sounds like Tennison, although first line sounds more like Wordsworth
15) Rymme of the Ancient Marriner, Coleridge
-S
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Date: 2004-09-20 04:01 pm (UTC)6) Not Blake (already had him for 'Jerusalem' ;)
14) Is Tennyson, yes. Try and name the poem.
15) Not Coleridge, as I already had him (9). But as Meepfrog says, it's 'My Last Duchess' by Browning. A truly chilling poem, particularly when read by a friend of ours. You really _did_ believe that he was capable of murdering his wife... not sure if his current lady is aware of that ;)
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Date: 2004-09-21 07:58 pm (UTC)2) Marlowe!
Tennisson Lady of Shallott ^_^
-S
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Date: 2004-09-21 09:41 pm (UTC)And yes, it's Tennyson's Lady of Shallott. (Answers are in the next posting in my journal)