Romantics 3

Question 1

And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail :

Answer 1

Kubla Khan / Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Question 2

Look on my Words, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Answer 2

Ozymandias / Percy Bysshe Shelley

Question 3

She dwelt among th’untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love.

Answer 3

The Echoing Green / William Blake

Question 4

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end;
Round the laps of their mothers.
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest.

Answer 4

The Echoing Green / William Blake

Question 5

Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Answer 5

To a Skylark / Percy Bysshe Shelley

Question 6

My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’ergrown
With white-flower’d Jasmin, and the broad-leav’d Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)

Answer 6

The Eolian Harp / Samuel

Question 7

Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;
Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;
A senate, Time’s worst statute, unrepealed—
Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.

Answer 7

England in 1819 / Percy Shelly

Question 8

It is in truth an utter solitude;
Nor should I have made mention of this Dell
But for one object which you might pass by,
Might see and notice not. Beside the brook
Appears a struggling heap of unhewn stones!
And to that simply object appertains
A story—

Answer 8

Michael: A Pastor Poem / William Wordsworth

Question 9

I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

Answer 9

The Cloud / Percy Shelley