# Respond to the last poster by quoting a line of poetry **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [May 1, 2007, 3:03am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257 "2007-05-01T03:03:16Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 20\ **Page:** 2
**Author:** ![Hung\_Mung](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/a88e4f/32.png) [@Hung\_Mung](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Hung_Mung)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:01am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/21 "2007-05-02T03:01:52Z")
[QUOTE=5-4-Fighting] Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then, Standing as when I drew near to the town Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then, Even to the original air-blue gown! Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness Travelling across the wet mead to me here, You being ever dissolved to wan wistlessness, Heard no more again far or near? Thus I; faltering forward, Leaves around me falling, Wind oozing thin through the thorn from norward, And the woman calling. – Thomas Hardy, The Voice [/QUOTE] I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, hock carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. I sing of times trans-shifting; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white. I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the fairy king. I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. –Robert Herrick, The Argument of His Book ---
**Author:** ![matt\_mcl](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/7ab992/32.png) [@matt\_mcl](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/matt_mcl)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:59am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/22 "2007-05-02T03:59:49Z")
[QUOTE=Hung Mung] I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, hock carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these, to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dews, of rains, and piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. I sing of times trans-shifting; and I write How roses first came red, and lilies white. I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab, and of the fairy king. I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. –Robert Herrick, The Argument of His Book [/QUOTE] I never see that prettiest thing, A cherry tree gone white with spring, But what I think, “How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.” - Dorothy Parker, “Cherry White” ---
**Author:** ![Malacandra](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/45deac/32.png) [@Malacandra](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Malacandra)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 2:24pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/23 "2007-05-02T14:24:01Z")
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful - You might as well live. -Dorothy, again. ---
**Author:** ![swampbear](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/swampbear/32/467_2.png) [@swampbear](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/swampbear)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 2:35pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/24 "2007-05-02T14:35:44Z")
[QUOTE=Malacandra] Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you, And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful - You might as well live. -Dorothy, again. [/QUOTE] Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker Ogden Nash ---
**Author:** ![HazelNutCoffee](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/ac91a4/32.png) [@HazelNutCoffee](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/HazelNutCoffee)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 2:44pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/25 "2007-05-02T14:44:36Z")
[QUOTE=swampbear] Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker Ogden Nash [/QUOTE] Why, if 'tis dancing you would be There’s brisker pipes than poetry. Say, for what were hop-yards meant, Or why was Burton built on Trent? Oh, many a peer of England brews Livelier liquor than the Muse, And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to man. Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink For fellows whom it hurts to think: Look into the pewter pot To see the world as the world’s not. And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past: The mischief is that 'twill not last. Oh I have been to Ludlow fair And left my necktie god knows where, And carried half-way home, or near, Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer: Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I’ve lain, Happy till I woke again. Then I saw the morning sky: Heigho, the tale was all a lie; The world, it was the old world yet, I was I, my things were wet, And nothing now remained to do But begin the game anew. - A.E. Houseman, “Terence, This is Stupid Stuff” ---
**Author:** ![Ellen\_Cherry](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/ellen_cherry/32/3600_2.png) [@Ellen\_Cherry](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Ellen_Cherry)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 2:48pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/26 "2007-05-02T14:48:20Z")
[QUOTE=swampbear] Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker Ogden Nash [/QUOTE] "Now, sirs, now will I tell you forth my tale. And as I may drink ever wine and ale, I will tell truth of husbands that I’ve had, For three of them were good and two were bad. The three were good men and were rich and old. Not easily could they the promise hold Whereby they had been bound to cherish me. You know well what I mean by that, pardie! So help me God, I laugh now when I think How pitifully by night I made them swink; And by my faith I set by it no store. They’d given me their gold, and treasure more; I needed not do longer diligence To win their love, or show them reverence. They all loved me so well, by God above, I never did set value on their love! From the Wife of Bath’s Tale Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales ---
**Author:** ![Kythereia](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/k/e8c25b/32.png) [@Kythereia](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Kythereia)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 2:56pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/27 "2007-05-02T14:56:11Z")
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania. –Dorothy Parker ---
**Author:** ![si\_blakely](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/d9b06d/32.png) [@si\_blakely](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/si_blakely)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:00pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/28 "2007-05-02T15:00:26Z")
_Life, Don’t talk to me about life_ **Marvin, The Paranoid Android** Si ---
**Author:** ![Humble\_Servant](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/47e85d/32.png) [@Humble\_Servant](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Humble_Servant)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:01pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/29 "2007-05-02T15:01:11Z")
[QUOTE=HazelNutCoffee] And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to man. [/QUOTE] WHEN I consider how my light is spent E’re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present 5 My true account, least he returning chide, Doth God exact day-labour, light deny’d, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man’s work or his own gifts, who best 10 Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o’re Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite.–JMilton, On His Blindness ---
**Author:** ![Humble\_Servant](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/47e85d/32.png) [@Humble\_Servant](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Humble_Servant)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:02pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/30 "2007-05-02T15:02:39Z")
[QUOTE=Kythereia] Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania. [/QUOTE] And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s, My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. --More TSEliot, The Wasteland ---
**Author:** ![August\_West](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/august_west/32/18069_2.png) [@August\_West](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/August_West)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:06pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/31 "2007-05-02T15:06:12Z")
[QUOTE=Ellen Cherry] "Now, sirs, now will I tell you forth my tale. And as I may drink ever wine and ale, … From the Wife of Bath’s Tale Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales [/QUOTE] Fill’d with cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain. Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies Come to life and fade away. What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today ~Edgar Allan Poe ---
**Author:** ![Malacandra](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/m/45deac/32.png) [@Malacandra](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Malacandra)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:10pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/32 "2007-05-02T15:10:52Z")
[QUOTE=August West] Fill’d with cream and amber, I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chamber of my brain. Quaintest thoughts, queerest fancies Come to life and fade away. What care I how time advances? I am drinking ale today ~Edgar Allan Poe [/QUOTE] You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. For “Is” and “Is-not” though with Rule and Line And “UP-AND-DOWN” by Logic I define, Of all that one should care to fathom, I was never deep in anything but–Wine. –The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, as Translated by Edward Fitgerald, fifth edition ---
**Author:** ![Surok](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/cc9497/32.png) [@Surok](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Surok)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 3:24pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/33 "2007-05-02T15:24:32Z")
[QUOTE=Malacandra] You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed, And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse. For “Is” and “Is-not” though with Rule and Line And “UP-AND-DOWN” by Logic I define, Of all that one should care to fathom, I was never deep in anything but–Wine. [/QUOTE] Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage. Rupert Brooke, The Dead I ---
**Author:** ![HazelNutCoffee](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/ac91a4/32.png) [@HazelNutCoffee](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/HazelNutCoffee)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 4:14pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/34 "2007-05-02T16:14:04Z")
[QUOTE=Surok] Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There’s none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. [/QUOTE] Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, be passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity. - Emily Dickenson ---
**Author:** ![ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/e9bcb4/32.png) [@ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 4:31pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/35 "2007-05-02T16:31:08Z")
[QUOTE=HazelNutCoffee] Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, be passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then ‘tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses’ heads Were toward eternity. - Emily Dickenson [/QUOTE] DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. - John Donne ---
**Author:** ![swampbear](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/swampbear/32/467_2.png) [@swampbear](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/swampbear)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 4:44pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/36 "2007-05-02T16:44:24Z")
[QUOTE=ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies] DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. - John Donne [/QUOTE] And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan’t crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores. Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas ---
**Author:** ![HazelNutCoffee](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/ac91a4/32.png) [@HazelNutCoffee](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/HazelNutCoffee)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 6:38pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/37 "2007-05-02T18:38:59Z")
(I looooooooooove Donne!! I want to have his babies.) [QUOTE=swampbear] Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; [/QUOTE] The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain. - Robert Frost, “A Line-storm Song” ---
**Author:** ![descamisado](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/d/e480ec/32.png) [@descamisado](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/descamisado)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 6:47pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/38 "2007-05-02T18:47:44Z")
[QUOTE=swampbear] . . . And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores. Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion. Dylan Thomas [/QUOTE] How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty– Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; –Till elevators drop us from our day . . . – Hart Crane, To Brooklyn Bridge ---
**Author:** ![swampbear](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/swampbear/32/467_2.png) [@swampbear](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/swampbear)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 7:04pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/39 "2007-05-02T19:04:42Z")
[QUOTE=5-4-Fighting] How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull’s wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of tumult, building high Over the chained bay waters Liberty– Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes As apparitional as sails that cross Some page of figures to be filed away; –Till elevators drop us from our day . . . – Hart Crane, To Brooklyn Bridge [/QUOTE] Sailing the boat of silver light, The moon-beauty is fast approaching me. The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs. The birds are flying beyond the horizon To an unknown land. All my hopes are flying without any destination. Slowly my life’s evening sets in. By: Sri Chinmoy ---
**Author:** ![ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/c/e9bcb4/32.png) [@ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/ComeToTheDarkSideWeHaveCookies)\ **Post date:** [May 2, 2007, 7:16pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257/40 "2007-05-02T19:16:06Z")
I’m going to do a two-fer, as I was already responding to HazelNutCoffee before she got skipped. To the next poster: free to pick whichever one you want. > [@HazelNutCoffee](#): > > The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, > The road is forlorn all day, > Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, > And the hoof-prints vanish away. > The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, > Expend their bloom in vain. > Come over the hills and far with me, > And be my love in the rain. > > - Robert Frost, “A Line-storm Song” Like the touch of rain she was On a man’s flesh and hair and eyes When the joy of walking thus Has taken him by surprise: With the love of the storm he burns, He sings, he laughs, well I know how, But forgets when he returns As I shall not forget her ‘Go now’. Those two words shut a door Between me and the blessed rain That was never shut before And will not open again. -Edward Thomas > [@swampbear](#): > > Sailing the boat of silver light, > The moon-beauty is fast approaching me. > The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs. > The birds are flying beyond the horizon > To an unknown land. > All my hopes are flying without any destination. > Slowly my life’s evening sets in. > > By: Sri Chinmoy I sit in the dusk. I am all alone. Enter a child and an ice-cream cone. A parent is easily beguiled By sight of this coniferous child. The friendly embers warmer gleam, The cone begins to drip ice cream. Cones are composed of many a vitamin. My lap is not the place to bitamin. Although my raiment is not chinchilla, I flinch to see it become vanilla. Coniferous child, when vanilla melts I’d rather it melted somewhere else. Exit child with remains of cone. I sit in the dusk. I am all alone, Muttering spells like an angry Druid, Alone, in the dusk, with the cleaning fluid. -Ogden Nash [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257.md?page=1) [Next page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/respond-to-the-last-poster-by-quoting-a-line-of-poetry/402257.md?page=3)