The Tiger by William Blake. You can't go wrong with that.
2007-02-09 00:53:23
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answered by fuzzinutzz 4
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Gerard Manley Hopkins: The Caged Skylark.
Or The Sea and the Skylark.
Or The Windhover.
Or God's Grandeur.
2007-02-09 00:55:32
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answered by Anonymous
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Tennysons's The lady of Shalott
Eliot's The Four Quartets
Just about anything by GM Hopkins.
Sorry I couldn't choose just one; they all match different moods and times of my life. I don't have a single favouite outfit so how can I have a single favourite poem!
2007-02-09 01:12:15
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answered by Vivienne T 5
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I know this is probably quite sad, cos there's a huge amount of excellent British poetry out there, but my favourite is actually "The Revenge - A Ballad of the Fleet" by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
2007-02-09 00:59:16
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answered by mdfalco71 6
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My favourite is Some Corner Of a Foreign Field
by Rupert Brooke
Is one of the most moving pieces I have ever read
2007-02-09 09:29:32
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answered by Anni 3
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Well its obviously not worth ten points, as it hasn't been mentioned yet, but my all time favourite poem is "Evangeline" by Longfellow. I first read it in my teens, and it was the first time that I actually understood that a poem really could tell a story. Its so sad I cried.
2007-02-09 07:23:44
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answered by Queen of the Night 4
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Well, I'm not going to get the 10 points, but it's Anthem for Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen.
2007-02-09 04:09:41
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answered by Matt 2
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I LOVE William Blake...my favorite so far is "London"
London
Poem lyrics of London by William Blake.
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
2007-02-09 07:19:45
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answered by Melinda 2
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I'm going to have to agree with Matt and pick a Wilfred Owen work, but my favorite is Dulce Et Decorum Est.
2007-02-10 15:48:29
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answered by Kari 2
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Stanzas by Emily Bronte
2007-02-09 01:54:01
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answered by Anonymous
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Well Jimminy,
Let me try a couple :
How about Betjeman, with his -
I am a young executive, no cuffs than mine mine are cleaner,
I have a slimline briefcase, and I drive the firms' Cortina.
Or possibly Pam Ayres ?
In Fear of the Butcher -
He says "A pound of steak, dear?"
(I hates him, and he knows it
Or else he'll say "A chicken?"
Here's a fresh one, but we froze it.
Worth a try !
Bob.
2007-02-09 01:06:13
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answered by Bob the Boat 6
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