Poetry Month: Spot that line

[U4ea]

Alright, let's play a game of TAG! 

 

Let's see who knows their poetry (I'll tell you it's not me!). I'll post a line from a famous poem, you correctly identify the poem and post another! 

 

 

 

So, here we go... OBVIOUS one, I think. My favorite poem in the history of the world. 

 

 

"...and I, I took the one less traveled by.

And that has made all the difference." 

 

[Talmanes]

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost?

[U4ea]

Yep! :)

 

Your turn!

[Talmanes]

Off the top of my head:

 

Twas brilig, and the slithy toves...

[LadyWordsmith]

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol. 

 

 

 

And this is a long quote, but it's a REALLY long poem: 
 

 

The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn
     wagon,
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
The armfuls are pack'd to the sagging mow.

I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load,
I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other,
I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and
     timothy,
And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.

[Guest]

song of myslf by walt wihtman?

[LadyWordsmith]

Bingo! You got it.

[Guest]

hre:

 

 

Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay

Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,

Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds

And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs...

[Guest]

um ok, i gus i kiled it lol. il choos anothre one. That oen was Harp of Aengus by WB Yeats...lol thuoght it was well known. ths oen shuold be easy:

 

 

Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;

 

[Ryrin]

Edgar Allen Poe.

 

 

My turn:

 

 

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.

Don't go back to sleep.

 

You must ask for what you really want.

Don't go back to sleep.

 

People are going back and forth across the doorsill

where the two worlds touch.

 

The door is round and open.

Don't go back to sleep.

[Guest]

yuo hd to naem the poem titlle too...

[Ryrin]

yuo hd to naem the poem titlle too...

 

Dream-Land

[Guest]

yeps

[Taei]

The Breeze at Dawn by Melvana Rumi.

 

 

Then he saw mid the war-gems a weapon of victory,

An ancient giant-sword, of edges a-doughty,

Glory of warriors: of weapons ’twas choicest,

Only ’twas larger than any man else was

Able to bear to the battle-encounter,

The good and splendid work of the giants.