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Power and Conflict Poetry Quotations 1/3
created May 12th, 10:15 by 0rion316
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trunkless
half sunk
shattered visage
sneer of cold command
sculptor well those passions read
pedestal
king of kings
Look on my works... and despair!
Nothing beside remains.
decay Of that colossal wreck
boundless and bare
lone and level sands stretch far away
chartered
marks of woe
Repetition of In every
every infant's cry of fear
mind-forged manacles
HEAR
chimney sweepers cry
blackening church appalls
Runs in blood down palace walls
youthful harlot's curse
blights with plagues the marriage hearse
as if she were alive
Fra Pandolf
The curtain I have drawn
not Her husband's presence only
spot of joy
too easily impressed
her looks went everywhere
ranked my nine-hundred-years-old name
I gave commands... and all smiles stopped
Notice Neptune... Taming a sea-horse
Claus of Innsbruck
Suddenly he awoke
numb as a smashed arm
patriotic tear... brimmed
like molten iron
cold clockwork of the stars and nations
yellow hare that rolled like a flame
green hedge
King, honour, human dignity, etcetera
Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm
His terror's touchy dynamite
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward
blundered
Anaphora of Cannon
Theirs not to reason why
Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell
Not the six hundred.
Honour the Light Brigade!
Noble six hundred!
half sunk
shattered visage
sneer of cold command
sculptor well those passions read
pedestal
king of kings
Look on my works... and despair!
Nothing beside remains.
decay Of that colossal wreck
boundless and bare
lone and level sands stretch far away
chartered
marks of woe
Repetition of In every
every infant's cry of fear
mind-forged manacles
HEAR
chimney sweepers cry
blackening church appalls
Runs in blood down palace walls
youthful harlot's curse
blights with plagues the marriage hearse
as if she were alive
Fra Pandolf
The curtain I have drawn
not Her husband's presence only
spot of joy
too easily impressed
her looks went everywhere
ranked my nine-hundred-years-old name
I gave commands... and all smiles stopped
Notice Neptune... Taming a sea-horse
Claus of Innsbruck
Suddenly he awoke
numb as a smashed arm
patriotic tear... brimmed
like molten iron
cold clockwork of the stars and nations
yellow hare that rolled like a flame
green hedge
King, honour, human dignity, etcetera
Dropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm
His terror's touchy dynamite
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward
blundered
Anaphora of Cannon
Theirs not to reason why
Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell
Not the six hundred.
Honour the Light Brigade!
Noble six hundred!
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