50 Famous Poems and Authors from the Quote Flashcards
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
. . . Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
“The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
. . . In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
. . . I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
. . . I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
Had we but world enough and time,
. . . But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
. . . The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
“To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
. . . He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
“Funeral Blues” by W.H. Auden
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
. . . Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife,
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
“Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” by Thomas Gray
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
. . . If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
. . . If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
____________________! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
“O Captain! My Captain!” by Walt Whitman
The time has come,’ the ________ said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
“The Walrus and the Carpenter” by Lewis Carroll
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
. . . The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
“To a Mouse” by Robert Burns
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_?
“A Dream Within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
. . . If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love” by Christopher Marlowe
_________________________
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
“I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
, , , Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
“Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two with but one inning more to play.
. . . Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out.
“Casey at the Bat” by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
“Auguries of Innocence” by William Blake
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery;
. . . Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
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.
“Dover Beach” by Matthew Arnold
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
“Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
“Do not go gentle into that good night” by Dylan Thomas
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
. . . Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.
“The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge