Another meme modification...
Jun. 5th, 2004 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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!
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!
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Date: 2004-06-05 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:00 pm (UTC)Tyger, Tyger by William Blake (from Songs of Innocence and Experience if I recall correctly.)
4. Cannon to the right of them! Cannon to the left of them! *Sings* Stuck in the middle with you. Ahem.
The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
5. The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll?
6. The lark, still bravely singing flies, scarce heard amidst the guns below
I recognise that, which makes me suspect it's one of the fifty million war poems I read last year. But I can't think what, or even who.
You a fan of Romantic poetry by any chance?
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:02 pm (UTC)The babe, with a cry brief and dismal
Fell into the water baptismal
Ere we'd gathered its plight
It had sunk out of sight
For the depth of the font was abysmal.
And so far, you're right on all of 'em.
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:03 pm (UTC)2. robert frost's "stopping by woods on a snowy evening" (or something like that. i had to memorize the thing in school)
3. edgar a. poe's "the raven"
4. sounds like.. alfred lord tennyson.. but i really have no idea. sadly enough, the only reason i think that is because of space ghost ("cornbeef to the right of me, cornbeef to the left of me")
5. i'd guess lewis carroll
6. no clue
if you havent already, you should screen posts so people cant see other people's comments!
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:05 pm (UTC)Here's a hint. It has to do with the first world war.
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:09 pm (UTC)When I was in year 10 (grade 9) we used a section of Macbeth as a stimulous in Expressive Arts. I mentioned that it made me think of The Raven and no one, not even my teacher, knew the poem. So I blame me forgetting on cultural differences. Nyeh! :0P (At least four of the others are English poets.)
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:15 pm (UTC)Number 3 was the only one I actually recognised. I'm not so much into reading poetry, as I am into writing it.
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:27 pm (UTC)*Ponders whether graves is a hint towards the content or the author*
Hmm...
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-05 05:36 pm (UTC)Forgive me - it's 0130 and I had my war literature exam almost a year ago (23rd of June, so that's... 349 days ago) ;0)
I'm vaguely thinking of a poem that includes a line about the rats having cosmopolitan sympathies and dust from a shell covering a poppy. Which, actually, might be Break of Day... But no, I can remember the formatting of Break of Day... on the page, and it wasn't the same as the cosmopolitan symathies one. No, I don't think it is that one...
For the Fallen by Lawrence Binyon is in my head, but just because I like the title and how it sounds with his name.
*Wracks brain*
I wanna say it's Owen or Sassoon for some reason, but I think that's just because I studied more of theirs than anyone else's. Argh! I don't want to give up, but this is driving me mad. Someone else needs to get it, put me out of my misery ;0)
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:53 pm (UTC)8. He thinks too much, such men are dangerous
I'm about 80% sure I've either seen or studied this. I can picture Ken Branagh saying this as Iago in Othello (about Cassius.) But I can also see it coming from one of the histories... Grr.
9. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight?
Macbeth in Macbeth
10. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace!
Is this Hamlet? In Hamlet>.
Darn you, posting quotations I don't know :0P
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:55 pm (UTC)Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place, and in the sky
The lark, still bravely singing flies
Scarce heard amidst the guns below.
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders field.
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders field
He wasn't a poet, he was, I believe, an army doctor.
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Date: 2004-06-05 05:56 pm (UTC)3. No, not Hamlet.
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Date: 2004-06-05 06:00 pm (UTC)Meh, never seen Hamlet, but I had a feeling it was where that speech came from. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen the play it's from, but that's less of a help than it ought to be.
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Date: 2004-06-05 06:02 pm (UTC)Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. He thinks too much, such men are dangerous.