"If" by Rudyard Kipling: "If you can fill the unforgiving minute / With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, / Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it ... "
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
And - better yet - you’ll be a Man, my son!
And - which is more - you’ll be Alive, my son!
"We'll Go No More A-Roving" by Lord Byron: "So, we'll go no more a-roving / So late into the night, / Though the heart be still as loving ... "
And the stars be still as bright.
And the moon be still as light.
And the moon be still as bright.
"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: "I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- / I took the one less traveled by ... "
And that is what made the difference.
And I have seen all the difference.
And that has made all the difference.
"Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll: "'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! / The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! / Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun ... "
The uppity Gandersplatch!
The frumious Bandersnatch!
The ickysome Blatterpatch!
“Because I could not stop for Death” by Emily Dickinson: “Because I could not stop for Death, / He kindly stopped for me; / The Carriage held but just Ourselves … “
And Immortality.
And Possibility.
And Camaraderie.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate. / Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May … “
And summer’s green brown autumn’s leaves negate.
And summer fades to winter before late.
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
“Sonnet XLIII” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: “I love thee with a love I seemed to lose / With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, / Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose … ”
I shall but love thee better after death.
We shall remain together after death.
I shall not lose you even after death.
“Ozymandias” by Percy Bysshe Shelley: “And on the pedestal, these words appear: / My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; / Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! / Nothing beside remains. Round the decay / Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare … ”
The heedless sands stretch levelly away.
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
The sands of time stretch endlessly away.
“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven” by WB Yeats: “Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, / Enwrought with golden and silver light, / The blue and the dim and the dark cloths / Of night and light and the half-light, / I would spread the cloths under your feet: / But I, being poor, have only my dreams; / I have spread my dreams under your feet … ”
Walk gently, because you walk on my dreams.
Step lightly, because you step on my dreams.
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
“A Birthday” by Christina Rossetti: “My heart is like a singing bird / Whose nest is in a watered shoot; / My heart is like an apple tree / Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; / My heart is like a rainbow shell / That paddles in a halcyon sea; / My heart is gladder than all these … ”
Because my love is come to me.
Because there’s honey still for tea.
Because, at last, I'm ninety-three.
Solutions
1:A, 2:C, 3:C, 4:B, 5:A, 6:C, 7:A, 8:B, 9:C, 10:A
Scores
2 and above.
Dreadful. Your soul is empty of poetry. You are dead inside.
5 and above.
Hmm. Not a total loss, but your learning is scanty and piecemeal. Start swotting.
8 and above.
Not bad at all. Poetry was clearly drummed into you from an early age. If you're not a primary school teacher, you should consider a career change.
10 and above.
Well done! Truly, you are steeped in verse. Are you Michael Gove?