| Last Line | Poem | Poet |
|---|
| Fallen cold and dead | |
| Fled is that music - do I wake or sleep? | |
| For nothing now can ever come to any good | |
| Rage, rage, against the dying of the light | |
| And the mome raths outgrabe | |
| The lone and level sands stretch far away | |
| Till human voices wake us, and we drown | |
| Beside the white chickens | |
| And drunk the milk of Paradise | |
| Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? | |
| | Last Line | Poem | Poet |
|---|
| He says again, 'Good fences make good neighbors.' | |
| Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me! | |
| The garland briefer than a girl's | |
| Noble six hundred! | |
| And as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine | |
| And life for me ain't been no crystal stair | |
| And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. | |
| And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see | |
| Tho' it were ten thousand mile! | |
| And dances with the daffodils | |
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