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Poetry Trivia
« on: July 06, 2013, 10:12 PM »
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

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Who was the author:  Stephen Foster, Robert Frost, Robert Burns, Edgar Allan Poe, or Emily Dickenson?
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Re: Poetry Trivia
« Reply #1 on: July 18, 2013, 05:46 PM »
The answer is:  Robert Burns

O, MY Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
 
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
 
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
 
And fare thee weel, my only luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!
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Re: Poetry Trivia
« Reply #2 on: August 12, 2018, 12:20 AM »
NAME THE AUTHOR:

These lines below are from a poem of a famous author … the author was speaking of a friend who had died suddenly of a cerebral hemorrhage. The poem, entitled In Memoriam A.H.H., took _____________ seventeen years to write, revealing how deeply his friend’s death had affected him. Unlike a funeral elegy to a particular person, however, it reflects on bigger concepts, such as the cruelty of nature and death.


“I hold it true, whate’er befall;
 I feel it when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
 Than never to have loved at all.”
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Re: Poetry Trivia
« Reply #3 on: September 15, 2019, 08:27 PM »
Alfred Lord Tennison is the answer to the above post …

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27 


By Alfred, Lord Tennyson 

I envy not in any moods
         The captive void of noble rage,
         The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes
         His license in the field of time,
         Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
         The heart that never plighted troth
         But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
         I feel it, when I sorrow most;
         'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
~ Marsha ~
 

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Re: Poetry Trivia
« Reply #4 on: September 15, 2019, 08:28 PM »
I'm sure this one is recognizable ….. this is the last verse of popular poem … who wrote this?

It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.



~ Marsha ~
 

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