Another meme modification...

[conuly]

There's one going around now that has people guessing songs by lyrics you post in your journal. Unfortunately, I tend to listen to "classical" music (actually, most of it is Baroque....) and don't often have words to post.

So I decided to go with somewhat snobby option two and just post lines from poems I like and have memorized. One point for guessing the poet, one for guessing the title, three for guessing both. Winner gets a whole lot of points.

1. Tyger, Tyger, burning bright!

2. The little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near

3. Prophet, said I, thing of evil! Prophet still if bird or devil!

4. Cannon to the right of them! Cannon to the left of them!

5. The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

6. The lark, still bravely singing flies, scarce heard amidst the guns below

Be warned, my punctuation is erratic.

7. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows

8. He thinks too much, such men are dangerous

9. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight?

10. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace!

Comments

[eofs.livejournal.com]

Argh! Of course. It's a beautiful poem. "We are the dead, short days ago we lived felt dawn, saw sunset glow" is one of my favourite war lit extracts in fact.

The worst bit is that I actually *went* to the In Flanders Field Museum in Ypres last March. I remember one exhibit displayed that poem alongside one in French and another English one I have forgotten. The area had a low ceiling and was darkly lit (they might have been projected onto the walls and for some reason I'm getting feelings of ascetate.) There were perspex pillars with barbed wire and such - dry ice filled them and the colours of lighting on them changed colours.