Can you quote a line from your favorite poem?

Question

here's mine: She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Answer 1

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 has made all the difference.

Answer 2

Robert Frost's STOPPING BY THE WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING.
I always think that it has an ethereal quality to it..

Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Answer 3

There are strange things done in the midnight sun, By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales, That would make your blood run cold;The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see, Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile,and he said; Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and Storm Since I left Plumtree down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm.

Answer 4

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Answer 5

She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron.

Answer 6

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night

Answer 7

From T. S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men":

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

Answer 8

some say the international will bring about fireplace some say in ice from what ive tasted of choose i carry with those who choose fireplace yet when it had to parish two times i imagine i understand sufficient of hate to say that for destruction ice is likewise large and would suffice

Answer 9

It's the songs ye sing, the smiles ye wear, that's amaking the sun shine everywhere.
Robert Browning

Answer 10

"In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced, nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbound"
... and practically the rest if the poem