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English Literature
Match authors to their poems and poems to their first lines
Question | Answer |
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Charles Algernon Swinburne (1837-1909) | Hermaphroditus (answer) |
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-89) | Pied Beauty God's Grandeur Carrion Comfort |
Hermaphroditus (line match) | LIFT UP thy lips, turn round, look back for love, Blind love that comes by night and casts out rest; |
Lewis Carroll (1832-98) | Jabberwocky (ans) |
Oscar Wilde (1854-1900) | The Importance of Being Earnest (ans) |
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) | Darkling Thrush (ans) |
A.E. Housman (1859-1936) | To an Athlete Dying Young Terence, this is Stupid Stuff |
Wilfred Owen (1893-1918) | Dulce et Decorum Est (it is sweet and fitting) |
W.B. Yeats (1865-1939) | The Stolen Child, Lake Isle of Innisfree The Second Coming, Leda and the Swan Sailing to Byzantium |
T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) | The Lovesong of J. Alred Prufrock, The Wasteland, The Hollow Men |
George Orwell (1903-50) | Shooting an Elephant, 1984, Animal Farm |
W.H. Auden (1907-73) | As I Walked Out One Evening (ans) |
Dylan Thomas (1914-53) | Do Not Go Gently Into that Good Night (ans) |
Philip Larkin (1922-85) | High Windows (ans) |
Doris Lessing (1919-2013) | To Room Nineteen (ans) |
V.S. Naipaul (1932-2018) | One out of Many (ans) |
Warsan Shire (1988) | Home (ans) |
Virginia Woolf (1882-1941) | Orlando, To the Lighthouse, A Room of One's Own |
Ted Hughes (1930-98) | Pike (ans) |
Carrion Comfort | Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can; |
Pied Beauty | Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; |
God's Grandeur | The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. |
Dulce et Decorum est (line match) | Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge. |
Pike (line match) | Owls hushing the floating woods Frail on my ear against the dream Darkness beneath night’s darkness had freed, That rose slowly towards me, watching. |
The Importance of Being Earnest | ALGERNON. Did you hear what I was playing, Lane? (Algernon/Bunbury, Jack/Earnest) |
The Darkling Thrush | I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. |
To The Athlete Dying Young | The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. |
Terence, this is Stupid Stuff | And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. |
Lake Isle of Innisfree | I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. |
The Second Coming | Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, |
Sailing to Byzantium | Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. |
Leda and the Swan | A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. |
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock | Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; |
Shooting an Elephant | In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people – the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. |