Favourite lines of poetry

Natalie23

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I just thught it would be a nice thread to get going to get a feel for some of the characters in this forum and hopefully find a few more special little quotes from some beautiful pieces.

I have quite a few so wont list them all:

'The lovliest of the trees the cherry now, is hung with bloom along the bough'.

'Ive watched you now a full half hour, self poised upon that yellow flower. And little butterfly indeed i know not if you sleep or feed'.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour'.

i have so many, will keep adding as long as everyone else chips in :D

Nat x
 

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Good idea Nat! How about providing the poet and the poem of origin as well?
 

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'Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink'

from 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Winding up the valley to the watershed,
Thro' the heather and the weather and the dawn overhead.
Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
Shovelling white steam over her shoulder

from 'Night Mail' by W.H. Auden.
 

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Two of my favorites from the classics:


"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
[And the highwayman came riding—riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door]"

from The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

Love the stage-setting of the first 3 lines!


"It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the soul
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

from Invictus by William Ernest Henley
 

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Two of my favorites from the classics:


"The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
[And the highwayman came riding—riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door]"

from The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

Love the stage-setting of the first 3 lines!


"It matters not how strait the gate,
how charged with punishments the soul
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul."

from Invictus by William Ernest Henley

I love both of those poems. My mom gave me the book 101 Famous Poems when I was a teenager and those two poems are in it. I have to say the poetry in that book is my favorite.
 

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'Something there is that doesn't love a wall'

Mending Wall, Robert Frost
 

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'The lovliest of the trees the cherry now, is hung with bloom along the bough'. - A.E. Housman

'Ive watched you now a full half hour, self poised upon that yellow flower. And little butterfly indeed i know not if you sleep or feed'. - William Wordsworth

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour'. -William Blake

Here are some of my favorites:

"I too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle.
Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers that there is in
it after all, a place for the genuine."

-from Poetry, by Marianne Moore

"Paint me a cavernous waste shore
Cast in the unstilled Cyclades,
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks
Faced by the snarled and yelping seas."

-from Sweeny Erect, by T.S. Eliot