Paper 2 - Anthology Poetry Flashcards
Ozymandias
“shattered visage”
“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone”
“wrinkled lip… sneer of cold command”
“The hand that mocked and the heart that fed”
“King of kings… look upon my works, ye mighty and despair!”
“Nothing beside remains”
“the lone and level sands stretch far away”
London
“chartered street… chartered Thames”
“Marks of weakness, marks of woe”
“mind-forged manacles”
“Every black’ning Church appalls”
“Runs in blood down palace walls”
“And blights with plagues the marriage hearse”
Prelude
“huge peak, black and huge”
“as if with involuntary power instinct”
“grim shape / Towered between me and the stars”
“o’er my thoughts there hung a darkness / call it solitude or blank desertion”
“No familiar shapes, no pleasant images of trees…”
My Last Duchess
“ranked my gift of a nine-hundred year old name”
“Who’d stoop to blame this sort of trifling?”
“skill in speech (which I have not)”
“his fair daughter’s self… is my object”
Charge of the Light Brigade
“Theirs not to make reply, / Theirs not to reason why, / Theirs but to do and die”
“valley of Death”… “jaws of Death”… “mouth of Hell”
“storm’d at with shot and shell”
Exposure
“merciless iced east winds that knive us”
“Dawn massing in the east her melancholy army”
“Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the air”
“But nothing happens”
Storm on the Island
“We build our houses squat”
“The wizened earth has never troubled us”
“No trees, no natural shelter… company”
“Wind dives and strafes invisibly… Space is a salvo”
“We are bombarded by the empty air”
“It is a huge nothing that we fear”
Bayonet Charge
“Bullets smacking… lugged a rifle as numb as a smashed arm”
“What cold clockwork of the stars and nations / Was he the hand pointing that second?”
“The shot-slashed furrows / Threw up a yellow hare that rolled like a flame”
“King, honour, human dignity, etcetera / Dropped like luxuries”
Remains
“I see every round as it rips through his life”
“sort of inside out / pain itself, the image of agony”
“And the drinks and the drugs won’t flush him out”
“Not left for dead in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land”
“His bloody life in my bloody hands”
Poppies
“spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockade”
“The world overflowing like a treasure chest”
“tucks, darts, pleats… without a winter coat or reinforcements”
War Photographer
“Spools of suffering set out on ordered rows”
“Solutions slop in trays”
“sought approval without words to do what someone must”
“how the blood stained into foreign dust”
“He stares impassively at where he makes his living and they do not care”
Tissue
“how easily [buildings] would fall away on a sigh”
“might fly our lives like paper kites”
“let the daylight break / through capitals and monoliths, / through the shapes that pride can make”
“with living tissue / raise a structure that was never meant to last”
The Emigrée
“I am branded by an impression of sunlight”
“Time rolls its tanks / as frontiers rise between us”
“They accuse me of being dark in their free city”
Checking Out Me History
“Bandage up me eye with me own history… Blind me to me own identity”
“Toussaint de beacon / of the Haitian revolution”
“mountain dream / fire woman struggle / hopeful stream / to freedom river”
“Even when the British said no / she still brave the Russian snow / a healing star / among the wounded”
Kamikaze
“A shaven head full of powerful incantations”
“little fishing boats / strung out like bunting / on a green-blue translucent sea”
“they treated him as though he no longer existed”
“To live as though he never returned… which had been the better way to die.”
