Quote | Poet |
'...Till very liberty make clean and fair the nursing earth as the sepulchral sea' | |
'...tender is the night' | |
'In the quiet moonlight, lovely and sad. . .The tall water-jets sob with ecstasies' | |
'On the black gallows, one-armed friend, The paladins are dancing, dancing...' | |
'Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory; | |
'--I tell the tale I heard told, Mithridates he died old.' | |
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!'' | |
'So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more' | |
'Andromache I think of you' | |
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'The sun, on the sand, O sleeping wrestler, Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair' | |
'But where are the snows of yester-year?' | |
'Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair.' | |
'While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.' | |
'She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;' | |
'Fragrance of time sprig of heather remember I wait for you forever' | |
'O powerful, western, fallen star! O shades of night! O moody, tearful night!' | |
'Yet each man kills the thing he loves' | |
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