Quotes - Power And Conflict Flashcards
A little boat tied to a willow tree
Extract from, The Prulude
Tragic Chorus in a gale
Storm On The Island
Round the decay of that colossal wreck
Ozymandias
Bullets smaking the belly out of the air
Bayonet Charge
Bandage up me eye with own history
Checking Out Me History
At the little fishing boats strung out like bunting
Kamikaze
End of story except not really
Remains
We hear mad gusts tugging on the wire
Exposure
Theirs but to do and die
Charge Of The Light Brigade
Half-flush that dies along her throat
My Last Duchess
Which did not tremble then
War Photographer
If buildings were paper
Tissue
The white streets of that city
The Emigrée
Running like a man who jumped up in the dark runs
Bayonet Charge
There hung a darkness
Extract from, The Prelude
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
London
A heart-how shall I say?
My Last Duchess
Sellotape bandaged round my hand
Poppies
This wizend earth has never troubled us with hay
Storm On The Island
Dawn massing in the east in her melancholy army
Exposure
Arcing in swatches like a huge flag
Kamikaze
The hand that mocked them
Ozymandias
Innocent mice rejoice
My Last Duchess
Well myself and somebody else
Remains
A half formed ghost
War Photographer
I have no passport
The Emigrée
Never to stoop
My Last Duchess