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"For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar

"Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea,"

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar

"Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark;"

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Crossing the Bar

"Lying, robeed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right- The leaves upon her falling light- Through the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot; And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hilss and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lady of Shalott

"Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, She has a lovely face; Good in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson The Lady of Shalott

"My mariners, Souls that toiled, and wrought, and thought with me- That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads-you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honor and his toil."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ulysses

"This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the scepter and the isle- Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill This labor, by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and through soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the good."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ulysses

"Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson Ulysses

"A bowshot from her bower eaves, he rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; On burnished hooves his war horse trode; From underneath his helmet flowed His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra, by the river Sang Sir Lancelot."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; The curse is come upon me, cried the Lady of Shalott."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say. A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name The Lady of Shalott."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott

"I cannot rest from travel; I will drink Life to the less. All times I have enjoyed Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those That loved me, ad alone; on shore, and when Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vexed the dim sea. I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known-cities of men And manners, climates, councils, government."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses

"It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses

As though to breathe were life! Life piled on life Little remains;but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this gray spirit yearnings in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."

Alfred, Lord Tennyson, Ulysses

"And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into the good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night

"Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night

"Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night."

Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night

"And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went."

Gerard Manley Hopkins God's Grandeur

"It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?"

Gerard Manley Hopkins God's Grandeur

"And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's small: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod."

Gerard Manley Hopkins Gods Grandeur

" A fat brown goose lay at one end of the table and at the other end, on a bed of creased paper strewn with springs of parsley, lay a great ham, stripped of its outer skin and peppered over with crust crumbs, a neat paper frill round its shin and beside this was a round of spiced beef."

James Joyce The Dead

"A new generation is growing up in our midst, a generation actuated by new ideas and new principles. It is serious and enthusiastic for these new ideas and enthusiasm, even when it is misdirected, is, I believe, in the main sincere."

James Joyce The Dead

"I feel more strongly with every recurring year that our country has no tradition which does it so much honour and which it should guard so jealously as that of its hospitality."

James Joyce The Dead

"Miss Kate and Miss Julia were there, gossiping and laughing and fussing, walking after each other to the head of the stairs, peering down over the banisters and calling down to Lily to ask her who had come."

James Joyce The Dead

"Neither did I, said Mr Browne. I think her voice has greatly improved. Aunt Julia shrugged her shoulders and said with meek pride: Thirsty years ago I hadn't a bad voice as voices go. I often told Julia, said Aunt Kate emphaticaly, that she was simply thrown away in that choir."

James Joyce The Dead

"Of course they had good reason to be fussy on such a night. And then it was long after ten o'clock and yet there was no sign of Gabriel and his wife."

James Joyce The Dead

"She was a slim, growing girl, pale in complexion and with haycoloured hair. The gas in the pantry made her look still paler. Gabriel had known her when she was a child and used to sit on the lowest step nursing a rag doll."

James Joyce The Dead

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withr'd from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done."

John Keats, La Bella Dame Sans Merci

"She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said- "I love thee true".

John Keats, La Bella Dame Sans Merci

"She took me to her elfin grot And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide! The lastest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side.

John Keats, La Bella Dame Sans Merci

"I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a fairy's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan."

John Keats, La Bella Dame sans Merci

"That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;-then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink."

John Keats, When I have Fears

"When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour."

John Keats, When I have fears

"Sophocles long ago Heard it one the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea."

Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach

"The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingled of the world."

Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach

"The seas is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits-on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay."

Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach

"To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night."

Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach

"It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability."

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mutability

"We are as clouds the veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!-yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost for ever:"

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mutability

"We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:"

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mutability

"And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear:"

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings, Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing besides remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away."

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias

"A shape less recognisable each week, A purpose more obscure. I wonder who Will be the last, the very last, to seek This place for what it was; one of the crew That tap and jot and know what rood-lofts were? Some ruin-bibber, randy for antique Or Christmas-addict, counting on a whiff Of grown-and-bands abd organ-pipes and myrrh? Or will he be my representative."

Phillip Larkin Church Going

"Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God knows how long."

Phillip Larkin Church Going

"Yet stop I did: in fact I often do, And always end much at a loss like this, Wondering what to look for; wondering, too, When churches fall completely out of use What we shall turn them into, if we shall keep A few cathedrals chronically on show, Their parchment, plate and pyx in locked cases, And let the rest rent-free to rain and sheep. Shall we avoid them as unlucky places?"

Phillip Larkin Church Going

"But to myself they turned(since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) And seemed as they would ask me, if the durst, How such a glance came there; so, not the first Are you turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Fra Pandolf chanced to say Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much, or Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint..."

Robert Browning My Last Duchess

"She had A heart-how shall I say?-too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere."

Robert Browning My Last Duchess

"The Count your masters known munificence is ample warrant that no just pretense Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object."

Robert Browning My Last Duchess

"I grow old...I grow old... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part m hair behind? Do I dare to ear a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids, singing, each to each."

T.S Eliot Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"For Thine is Life is For Thine is the This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper."

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"Let me be no neared In death's dream kingdom Let me also wear Such deliberate disguises Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves In a field Behaving as the wind behaves No nearer--"

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"Shape without form, shade without colour, Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only The stuffed men.

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms..."

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"This is the dead land This is cactus land Here the stone images Are raised, here they receive The supplication of a dead man's hand Under the twinkle of a fading star."

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow."

T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

"No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous- Almost, at times, the Fool."

T.S Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep."

T.S Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I an no prophet-and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid."

T.S Eliot The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on."

W.H Auden Musee Beaux des Arts

"About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking Dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forget."

W.H Auden Musee des Beaux Arts

"In Brueghel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the foresaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green..."

W.H Auden Musee des Beaux Arts

"But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new-born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse"

William Blake, London

"In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear:"

William Blake, London

"And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery".

William Blake, The Chimney Sweeper(Experience)

"Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow; They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the note of woe".

William Blake, The Chimney Sweeper(Experience)

"And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm; So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm".

William Blake, The Chimney Sweeper(Innocence)

"Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have god for his father and never want joy".

William Blake, The Chimney Sweeper(Innocence)

"There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shv'd, so I said, Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when you head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair".

William Blake, The Chimney Sweeper(Innocence)

"A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds."

William Butler Yeats The Second Coming

"The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

William Butler Yeats The Second Coming

"Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;"

William Butler Yeats The Second Coming

"This CIty now dothm like a garment, wear The beauty of the mornings; silent, abre, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air".

William Wordsworth, Composed Upon Westminster bridge

"In his first splendour, valley,rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!"

William Wordsworth, Composed upon Westminster Bridge

"Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I as a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance".

William Wordsworth, I Wandered lonely as a Cloud

"The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed-and gazed-but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:

William Wordsworth, I Wandered lonely as a Cloud

"For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils".

William Wordsworth, I wandered lonely as a Cloud

"The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there."

William Wordsworth, Lines Written in Early Spring

"Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths, And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes."

William Wordsworth, Lines Written in Early Spring

"To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man."

William Wordsworth, Lines Written in Early Spring

"If this belief from heaven be sent, If such be Nature's holy plan, Have I not reason to lament What man has made of man?"

William Wordsworth, Lines Written n Early Spring

"So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!

William Wordsworth, My heart leaps up

"The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety".

William Wordsworth, My heart leaps up

"Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came."