Poems1 Flashcards

0
Q

He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
1
Q

I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
2
Q

He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
3
Q

Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wall-paper

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
4
Q

Shapes like full-blown roses stained and lost through age.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
5
Q

He was speckled with barnacles,
Fine rosettes of lime,
And infested
With tiny White Sea-lice

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
6
Q

While his gills were breathing in
The terrible oxygen
-The frightening gills,

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
7
Q

I thought of the course white flesh

Packed in like feathers

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
8
Q

The big bones and the little bones,

The dramatic reds and blacks

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
9
Q

I looked into his eyes.
Which were far larger than mine
But shallower, and yellowed

A

Bishop; the Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
10
Q

With tarnished tinfoil
Seen through the lenses
Of old scratched isinglass.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
11
Q

They shifted a little, but not

To return my stare.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
12
Q

It was more like the tipping of an object toward the light.

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
13
Q

I admired his sullen face,
The mechanism of his jaw,
And then I saw
That from his lower lip

A

Bishop; the Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
14
Q

A green line, frayed at the end

Where he broke it, two heavier lines,

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
15
Q

Like medals with their ribbons
Frayed and wavering,
A five-haired beard of wisdom

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
16
Q

I stared and stared
And victory filled up
The little rented boat,

A

Bishop; The Fish

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
17
Q

But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take

A

Frost; After Apple Picking

How well did you know this?
1
Not at all
2
3
4
5
Perfectly
18
Q

And every fleck of russet showing clear
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a latter-round

A

Frost; After Apple Picking

19
Q

As of no worth,
One can see what trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is

A

Frost; After Apple Picking

20
Q

The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his long sleep, as I describe its coming on, or just some human sleep

A

Frost; After Apple Picking

21
Q

Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-

Assorted characters of death and blight mixed ready to begin the morning right,

A

Frost; Design

22
Q

Like the ingredients of a witches’ broth
A snow drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

A

Frost; Design

23
Q

What had the flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?

A

Frost; Design

24
Q

What brought the kindred spider to that height, then steered the white moth thither in the night?

A

Frost; Design

25
Q

What but design of darkness to appall?

If design govern in a things so small.

A

Frost; Design

26
Q

“Be sure to remember to always

Speak to everyone you meet.”

A

Bishop; Manners

27
Q

“Good Day, sir. Good day. A fine day.”

A

Bishop; Manners

28
Q

“Always offer everyone a ride;

Don’t forget that when you get older”

A

Bishop; Manners

29
Q

But he flew a little way at a time

From fence post to dense post, ahead;

A

Bishop; Manners

30
Q

When we came to Hustler Hill,

He said that the mare was tired

A

Bishop; Manners

31
Q

Had we but world enough, and time,

This coyness, lady, were no crime

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

32
Q

We would sit down, and think which was to walk, and pass our long love’s day.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

33
Q

Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side

Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide of Humber would complain.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

34
Q

I would love you ten years before the flood, and you should, if you please, refuse till the conversion of Jews.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

35
Q

My vegetable love should grow vaster than empires, and more slow;

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

36
Q

An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes and on they forehead gaze

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

37
Q

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

38
Q

An age at least to every part, and the last age should show your heart.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

39
Q

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

40
Q

But at my back I always hear time winged chariot hurrying near;

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

41
Q

Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor in thy marble vault shall sound
My echoing song

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

42
Q

Then worms shall thy

That long preserved virginity, and your quaint honor turn to dust

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

43
Q

The graves’ a fine and private places,

But none, I think, do them embrace.

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

44
Q

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now like the amorous birds of pray

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress

45
Q

Let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasure with rough strife

A

Marvell; To His Coy Mistress