GREAT LINES FROM GREAT POEMS (PART SIX)

 

                GREAT LINES FROM GREAT POEMS

                                             (PART SIX)

1.Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

 Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire;

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.-----Alexander Pope.

 

2. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing. -------William Shakespeare.

 

3. “My name is Ozymandias , king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away,------Percy Bysshe Shelley.    

 

4. It seems to me I’d like to go

Where bells ne’er ring or whistles blow;

Where clocks ne’er strike and gongs ne’er sound

But where there’s stillness all around. -----Nixon Waterman.

 

5. The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

The Sea that; bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune:

It moves us not.-----William Wordsworth

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Compiler: G.R.Kanwal

22 October 2025

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