Question 1

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

Accepted Answer

Leda and the Swan W.B. Yeats

Question 2

How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

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Leda and the Swan W.b. yeats

Question 3

A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead.

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leda and the swan w.b. yeats

Question 4

Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

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leda and the swan w.b. yeats

Question 5

True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
‘Tis not enough no Harshness gives Offence,
The Sound must seem an Echo to the Sense.
Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows,

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True Ease in Writing Comes from Art, Not Chance by Alexander Pope

Question 6

And the smooth Stream in smoother Numbers flows;
But when loud Surges lash the sounding Shore,
The hoarse, rough Verse should like the Torrent roar.
When Ajax strives, some Rock’s vast Weight to throw,
The line too labors, and the Words move slow;

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True Ease in Writing Comes from Art, Not Chance by Alexander Pope

Question 7

No so, when swift Camilla scours the Plain,
Flies o’er th’ unbending Corn, and skims along the Main.
Hear how Timotheus‘ varied Lays surprise,
And bid Alternate Passions fall and rise!

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True Ease in Writing Comes from Art, Not Chance by Alexander Pope

Question 8

While, at each Change, the Son of Lybian Jove
Now burns with Glory, and then melts with Love;
Now his fierce Eyes with sparkling Fury glow;
Now Sighs steal out, and Tears begin to flow:

Accepted Answer

True Ease in Writing Comes from Art, Not Chance by Alexander Pope

Question 9

Persians and Greeks like Turns of Nature found,
And the World’s Victor stood subdued by Sound!
The Pow’rs of Music all our Hearts allow;
And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.

Accepted Answer

True Ease in Writing Comes from Art, Not Chance by Alexander Pope

Question 10

Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more.

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Who Goes with fergus w.b. yeats

Question 11

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars.

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who goes with fergus w.b. yeats

Question 12

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. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Accepted Answer

God's Grandeur      Gerard Manley Hopkins

Question 13

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;	       
  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;	
  And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil	
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

Accepted Answer

God's Grandeur      Gerard Manley Hopkins

Question 14

And for all this, nature is never spent;	
  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;	        
And though the last lights off the black West went

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God's Grandeur      Gerard Manley Hopkins

Question 15

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—	
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent	
  World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

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God's Grandeur      Gerard Manley Hopkins

Question 16

We real cool. We Left school. We
Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.

Accepted Answer

We Real Cool        Gwendolyn Brooks

Question 17

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

Accepted Answer

Acquainted with the night      Robert Frost

Question 18

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

Accepted Answer

Acquainted with the night       Robert Frost

Question 19

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

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Acquainted with the night       Robert Frost

Question 20

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Accepted Answer

Acquainted with the night        Robert Frost

Question 21

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
I have been one acquainted with the night.

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Acquainted with the night        Robert Frost

Question 22

SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part; 
    Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, 
    And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart 
    That thus so cleanly I myself can free;

Accepted Answer

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part      Michael Drayton

Question 23

Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, 
    And when we meet at any time again, 
    Be it not seen in either of our brows 
    That we one jot of former love retain.

Accepted Answer

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part      Michael Drayton

Question 24

Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, 
    When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, 
    When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, 
    And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

Accepted Answer

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part      Michael Drayton

Question 25

Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, 
        From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.

Accepted Answer

Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part      Michael Drayton

Question 26

COME live with me and be my Love,	 
And we will all the pleasures prove	 
That hills and valleys, dale and field,	 
And all the craggy mountains yield.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 27

There will we sit upon the rocks	         5
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,	 
By shallow rivers, to whose falls	 
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 28

There will I make thee beds of roses	 
And a thousand fragrant posies,	  10
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle	 
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 29

A gown made of the finest wool	 
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,	 
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,	  15
With buckles of the purest gold.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 30

A belt of straw and ivy buds	 
With coral clasps and amber studs:	 
And if these pleasures may thee move,	 
Come live with me and be my Love.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 31

Thy silver dishes for thy meat	 
As precious as the gods do eat,	 
Shall on an ivory table be	 
Prepared each day for thee and me.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 32

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing	  25
For thy delight each May-morning:	 
If these delights thy mind may move,	 
Then live with me and be my Love.

Accepted Answer

Passionate Shepherd to his love                 Christopher Marlowe

Question 33

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move,
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd            Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 34

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb,
The rest complains of cares to come.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd            Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 35

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
To wayward winter reckoning yields,
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd            Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 36

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten:
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd           Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 37

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds,
The Coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd           Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 38

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

Accepted Answer

The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd           Sir Walter Raleigh

Question 39

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow will be dying.

Accepted Answer

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time         Robert Herrick

Question 40

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting.

Accepted Answer

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time         Robert Herrick

Question 41

That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.

Accepted Answer

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time         Robert Herrick

Question 42

Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry; For having lost but once your prime, You may forever tarry.

Accepted Answer

To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time         Robert Herrick

Question 43

Go, lovely Rose—
      Tell her that wastes her time and me,
      That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Accepted Answer

Go, Lovely Rose              Edmund Walker

Question 44

Tell her that’s young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
      That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Accepted Answer

Go, Lovely Rose              Edmund Walker

Question 45

Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
      Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Accepted Answer

Go, Lovely Rose              Edmund Walker

Question 46

Then die—that she
The common fate of all things rare
      May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

Accepted Answer

Go, Lovely Rose              Edmund Walker

Question 47

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide

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