Poetry Quiz answers


The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,

And I am next of kin;

The guests are met, the feast is set:

May'st hear the merry din.'

 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge



The rain set early in to-night,

The sullen wind was soon awake,

It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

 And did its worst to vex the lake:

Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning



Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespeare



May no fate willfully misunderstand me

And half grant what I wish and snatch me away

Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:

I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Birches by Robert Frost



Sun, rain, curving sky                               

Mountain, oceans, leaf and stone

Star shine, moon glow

You're all that I can call my own.

Woman Work by Maya Angelou



But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

      Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

      Turns again home.

Crossing the Bar by Alfred Lord Tennyson



Like shut-eyed half-submerged Nile bulls

The buildings tremble with breath.

Heatwave by Ted Hughes



Currants and gooseberries,

Bright-fire-like barberries,

Figs to fill your mouth,

Citrons from the South,

Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti



My heart forgets,

While pityless the tempest wild

Sore on you beats.

A Winter Night by Robert Burns



Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. 

Blackberry-Picking by Seamus Heaney



And one day

Side by side

In big wicker baskets

Walking through the market

 To realize their dream

Ode to the Artichoke by Pablo Neruda



He drowsed and was aware of silence heaped

Round him, unshaken as the steadfast walls;

Aqueous like floating rays of amber light, 

Soaring and quivering in the wings of sleep.

The Death Bed by Siegfried Sassoon



She came from a long, long way,
but I saw her at last, walking,
my daughter, my girl, across the fields,

Demeter by Carol Ann Duffy



But all the clocks in the city
Began to whirr and chime:
“O let not Time deceive you,
You cannot conquer Time.

As I walked out one Evening by W.H. Auden



And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe


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