BA/ADA English Some
famous lines of poem taken from past papers
No time to turn at Beauty s’ glance
And watch her feet how can they dance?
No time to wait toll her moth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began
(Leisure by William Davies)
If I were lord of Tartary
I ‘d wear a robe of beads,
White and gold, and green they would be
And clustered thick as seeds
(Tartary by
Walter De la Mare)
Will lie on nights
In the bony arms
Of Reality and be comforted.
(New Year Resolutions by Elizabeth Sewell)
It is very good that we have rebels
You may not find it very good to be one.
(The Rebel by D.J. Enright)
The air broke into a mist with bells
The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries
Had I said, Good folk, mere noise repels
But give me your sun from yonder skies?
They had answered: And afterward, what else?
(Patriot into Traitor by Robert Browning)
The guards said, Kneel down,
They killed him with sword and spear,
Then the skull opened its moth:
‘Huntsman ‘ , how did you come here?
And the dead man answered
‘Talking brought me here.
(The Huntsman by Edward lowbury)
The music in my heart I bore
Long after it was heard no more.
( The Solitary reaper by William Wordsworth)
And whistles in his sound. last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste and sans
everything.
(All the World‘s A stage by William Shakespeare.)
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine;
And he knew that it was mine
(A Poison Tree by William Blake)
Since then-‘tis Centuries-and yet
Feels shorter than the day,
I first surmised the Horses’ heads
Were towards Eternity
(Because I could not stop For Death by Emily
Dickinson.)
Here love ends
Despair, ambition ends;
All pleasures, all troubles
Although most sweet or bitter,
(Lights Out by Edward Thomas)
Essence of winter sleep is on the night
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight.
(After Apple picking by Robert Frost)
…... eaten away,
By long erosion of the green tide
Of grass creeping perpetually nearer.
(The vanishing Village by R.S. Thomas)
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour
That I shall never look upon thee more
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of unreflecting love.
(When I Have
Fears by John Keats)
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
Weave a circle round him thrice
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on the honey dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
(Kubla Khan by S.T. Coleridge)
My feet are locked upon the rough bark.
It took the whole of creation
To produce my foot, my each feather;
Now I hold Creation in my foot.
(Hawk s’ Monologue by Ted Hughes)
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms!
(Politics by W.B. Yeats)
For he seemed too me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
(Snake by D.H. Lawrence)
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