Final Flashcards
Here now in his triumph where all things falter,
Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.
A Forsaken Garden
BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
Though these that were Gods are dead, and thou being dead art a God,
Though before thee the throned Cytherean be fallen, and hidden her head,
Yet thy kingdom shall pass, Galilean, the dead shall go down to thee dead.
Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)
BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
It may be that she hath in sight
Some better knowledge; still there clings
The old question. Will not God do right?
The Leper, BY ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE
God knows I speak the truth, saying that you lie.
Being such a lady could I weep these tears
If this were true?
William Morris’s “The Defence of Guenevere”
What has man done here? How atone,
Great God, for this which man has done?
And for the body and soul which by
Man’s pitiless doom must now comply
With lifelong hell…
Jenny
BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
...But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres: And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers, And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.)
DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI’S The Blessed Damozel
Let us strike hands as hearty friends;
No more, no less: and friendship’s good:
Only don’t keep in view ulterior ends,
And points not understood.
No, Thank You, John
BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
Not untwist – slack they may be – these last strands of man
In me or, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;
Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Carrion Comfort
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
Now no matter, child, the name: Sorrows springs are the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
Spring and Fall
Gerard Manley Hopkins
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell:
God’s Grandeur
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS
AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins
We ‘ave bought ‘er the same with the sword an’ the flame,
An’ we’ve salted it down with our bones
The Widow At Windsor by Rudyard Kipling
If drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law – Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget – lest we forget!
Recessional
BY RUDYARD KIPLING
Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captive’s need; To wait in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild – Your new caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.
The white man’s burden
Rudyard Kipling
After all, I reflected I was like my neighbors, and then I smiled, comparing myself with other men, comparing my active goodwill with the lazy cruelty of their neglect.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Robert Louis Stevenson