can anyone complete this line from the poem?

Question

What are these blue hills what spires, what farms are those?

Answer 1

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

Answer 2

You ask for the line to be completed, not the poem. The line is incomplete as the word 'remembered' is missing; I wonder if this is what you mean? 'What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those?'. It's from the book of poems: 'A Shropshire Lad', by A E Housman.

Answer 3

Way off in the distance, like a golfers tour, PRO!

What are these golden fields, wonderful indeed like a child, reciting a prose.

Acid's fryin' my brain, ganja farms, gotta go!

I see from mountainous peaks of splendor, as I fly over the countryside like a high pressure hose...

Do any of those work for you?

What are these blue hills what spires, what farms are those, no words aspire, to describe their beauty...
Sorry about the whole Acid daze thing, it was the BLUE hills, I could see them melting...or something...
You mean to tell me this was from an actual poem?!
Well there goes all my inspiring words of wisdom...
DJ

Answer 4

Here's the entire context:




BLUE REMEMBERED HILLS


By A.E. HOUSMAN (1859-19336)

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

This is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain.

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again.

Answer 5

Into My Heart An Air That Kills
A. E. Housman

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
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BIOGRAPHY
A. E. Housman (1859-1936). Born in Fockbury, England, and an outstanding student, Alfred Edward Housman nonetheless failed his final examinations at Oxford in 1881 (possibly as a result of emotional chaos caused by his love for a male classmate). Working as a clerk in the Patent Office in London, he pursued classical studies on his own, earned an M.A., and was appointed to the Chair of Latin at University College, London. In 1910, he became professor of Latin at Cambridge, where he remained until his death in 1936.

Answer 6

Into my heart an air that chills
From yon far country blows
What are those blue remembered hills
What spires what farms are those,
That is the land of lost content
I see it's shining plane
The happy highways where we went
|And cannot come again

Answer 7

What are these blue hills what spires, what farms are those?
10 seconds... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... Ignition... Lift off

Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, if only you could make us understand
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, your influence will spread throughout the land

Let's hear it for Mr Blobby
(Blobby, blobby, blobby)

His philosophy of life will steer him through
And as far as he can see
He's the same as you and me
There's nothing in the world he cannot do

No hill too high, no desert too dry
No road too long, no tide too strong
No bridge too far, he's got a car
No slope to steep, no thought too deep
No star too bright, no squeeze too tight
No tale too tall, no cat too cool
No bass too low, he'll give it a go
No end to his talents, no sense of balance

Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, when disaster strikes you never get depressed
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, you'll always prove that Blobby is the best

Although he's unconventional in hue
His philosophy of life will steer him through
And despite the limitation
Of his poor co-ordination
He knows he'll show the world a thing or two

(Blobby, blobby, blobby)

Blobby, Mr Blobby, you're the guy who puts the do in do or die
Blobby, Mr Blobby, your deeds are guaranteed to stupefy

No ride too rough, no test too tough
No act too slick, no race too quick
No shot too hot, he'll hit the spot
No style too chic, no joke too weak
No chance too slim, no fate too grim
No foe too strog, no odds too long
No price too high, he's put some by
No dodge, no doubt, no backing out

Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, if humanity's a question of degree
Blobby, Mr Blobby, stay loyal to your Blobby pedigree
Blobby, oh Mr Blobby, you're the one who bears the pink and yellow crest
Blobby, Mr Blobby, you'll always prove that Blobby is the best.

Answer 8

That is the land of lost content I see it shining plain.
The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.

A.E. Houseman, "A Shropshire Lad"

Answer 9

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

Answer 10

That is the land of lost content. I see it shining plain.