The most important stanzas from A New Anthology of Englsh Poetry, for B.A. English A, paper 2013
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began. (Leisure by William Davies)
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began. (Leisure by William Davies)
Lord of the fruits of Tartary.
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees,
In every purple vale! (Tartary by Walter De La Mare)
Her rivers silver-pale!
Lord of the hills of Tartary.
Glen, thicket, wood, and dale!
Her flashing stars, her scented breeze,
Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas,
Her bird-delighting citron-trees,
In every purple vale! (Tartary by Walter De La Mare)
New Year Resolutions ( THE MOST IMPORTANT POEM)
by ( Elizabeth Sewell)
I will drain (2004, 2012, )
Long draughts of quiet
As a purgation;
Long draughts of quiet
As a purgation;
Will lie o' nights (2006, 2009)
In the bony arms
Of Reality and comforted.
In the bony arms
Of Reality and comforted.
Fall gently, snowflakes
Cover me with white (2008, )
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky (2004, 2012)
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own. (Woman Work by Maya Angelou)
Cover me with white (2008, )
Cold icy kisses and
Let me rest tonight.
Sun, rain, curving sky (2004, 2012)
Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone
Star shine, moon glow
You're all that I can call my own. (Woman Work by Maya Angelou)
In the company of dog lovers, (2005)
The rebel expresses a preference for cats. (The Rebel by D.J. Enright)
The rebel expresses a preference for cats. (The Rebel by D.J. Enright)
Patriot into Traitor (THE MOST IMPORTANT POEM)
( by Robert Browning)
I
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day!
II
The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowds and cries.
Had I said, "Good folks, mere noise repels—
But give me your sun from yonder skies!"
They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"
III
Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun,
To give it my loving friends to keep.
Nought man could do have I left undone,
And you see my harvest, what I reap (2010 2nd G.)
This very day, now a year is run.
IV
There's nobody on the house-tops now— (2009)
Just a palsied few at the windows set—
For the best of the sight is, all allow,
At the Shambles' Gate—or, better yet,
By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.
V
I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind,
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.
VI
Thus I entered Brescia, and thus I go!
In such triumphs, people have dropped down dead. (2005, 2nd G.)
"Thou, paid by the World,—what dost thou owe
Me?" God might have questioned; but now instead
'Tis God shall requite! I am safer so. (2012, 2nd G.)
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day!
II
The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowds and cries.
Had I said, "Good folks, mere noise repels—
But give me your sun from yonder skies!"
They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"
III
Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun,
To give it my loving friends to keep.
Nought man could do have I left undone,
And you see my harvest, what I reap (2010 2nd G.)
This very day, now a year is run.
IV
There's nobody on the house-tops now— (2009)
Just a palsied few at the windows set—
For the best of the sight is, all allow,
At the Shambles' Gate—or, better yet,
By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.
V
I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind,
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.
VI
Thus I entered Brescia, and thus I go!
In such triumphs, people have dropped down dead. (2005, 2nd G.)
"Thou, paid by the World,—what dost thou owe
Me?" God might have questioned; but now instead
'Tis God shall requite! I am safer so. (2012, 2nd G.)
They rode into the forest;
For days and nights they found nothing
And the dead man answered: (Imp.)
"Talking brought me here" (2006, 2010. 2nd G.)
(The Huntsman by Edward Lowbury)
Then practice losing farther, losing faster: (Imp.)
places and names and where it was you went. (2006, 2010.1st G.)
(One Art by Elizabeth Bishop)
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things, (2009. 2nd G.)
For old, unhappy, far-off things, (2009. 2nd G.)
(The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth)
And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. (2009. 1st G.)
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. (2009. 1st G.)
(THE MOST IMPORTANT POEM DEPARTUE AND ARRIVAL)
Great duties call-- the twentieth century
More grandly dowered than those which came before, (2008. 1st G.)
But if this century is to be more great
Than those before, her sons must make her so (2012, )
And we are of her sons, and we must go
What conquest over pain and misery,
What heroes greater than were ever of yore. (2011. 2nd G.)
But if this centuryis to be more great
Than those before, her sons must make her so. (2004. 2nd G.,
2012. 2nd G.)
A legacy of benefits---may we
In futur years be found with those who try
To labour for the good until they die, (2010. 1st G.)
And ask no other question than to know
That they have helped the cause to victory,
That with their aid the flag is raised on high. (2009. 2nd G.)
Or to what distant lands we may have gone,
Through all the years will never have been forgot. (Departure and Arrival by T.S. Eliot)
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