Poetry Anthology - Magnus Church of England Academy

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3 Applications for the copyright owner s written permission should be addressed to the in the UK by ESP ColourSee page 60 for A: Relationships 5 Collection B: Conflict 23 Collection C: Time and Place 41 ContentsCollection ALa Belle Dame Sans Merci (1819) 6 John KeatsA Child to his Sick Grandfather (1790) 7 Joanna Baillie She Walks in Beauty (1814) 8 Lord Byron A Complaint (1807) 9 William WordsworthNeutral Tones (1898) 10 Thomas Hardy Sonnet 43 (1850) 11 Elizabeth Barrett Browning My Last Duchess (1842) 12 Robert Browning 1st Date She and 1st Date He (2011) 14 Wendy CopeValentine (1993) 15 Carol Ann Du y One Flesh (1966) 16 Elizabeth Jennings i wanna be yours (1983)

4 17 John Cooper Clarke Love s Dog (2008) 18 Jen Hadfi eld Nettles (1980) 19 Vernon Scannell The Manhunt (2008) 20 Simon Armitage My Father Would Not Show Us (1988) 21 Ingrid de Kok 5666La Belle Dame Sans Merci O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel s granary is full, And the harvest s done. I see a lily on thy brow,10 With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery s child,15 Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.

5 I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love,20 And made sweet moan. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery s She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna-dew, And sure in language strange she said I love thee true . She took me to her elfi n grot,30 And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep And there I dreamed Ah! woe betide! 35 The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried La Belle Dame sans Merci40 Thee hath in thrall! I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gap d wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill s side.

6 45 And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. John Keats6 Collection AA Child to his Sick GrandfatherGrand-dad, they say you re old and frail,Your stocked legs begin to fail:Your knobbed stick (that was my horse)Can scarce support your bended corse,5 While back to wall, you lean so sad,I m vexed to see you, used to smile and stroke my head,And tell me how good children did;But now, I wot not how it be,10 You take me seldom on your knee,Yet ne ertheless I am right glad,To sit beside you, lank and thin your beard hangs down!Scant are the white hairs on your crown;15 How wan and hollow are your cheeks!Your brow is rough with crossing breaks;But yet, for all his strength be fl ed,I love my own old housewives round their potions brew,20 And gossips come to ask for you;And for your weal each neighbour cares,And good men kneel, and say their prayers;And everybody looks so sad,When you are ailing, You will not die and leave us then?

7 Rouse up and be our dad you are quiet and laid in bed,We ll doff our shoes and softly tread;And when you wake we ll aye be near30 To fi ll old dad his through the house you shift your stand,I ll lead you kindly by the hand;When dinner s set I ll with you bide,And aye be serving at your side;35 And when the weary fi re turns blue,I ll sit and talk with have a tale both long and good,About a partlet and her brood,And cunning greedy fox that stole40 By dead of midnight through a hole,Which slyly to the hen-roost led You love a story, dad?And then I have a wondrous taleOf men all clad in coats of mail,45 With glittering swords you nod, I think?Your fi xed eyes begin to wink;Down on your bosom sinks your head You do not hear me, Baillie7888888 She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:5 Thus mellow d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

8 One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress,10 Or softly lightens o er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,15 The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! Lord Byron8 Collection A9A ComplaintThere is a change and I am poor;Your love hath been, nor long ago,A fountain at my fond heart s door,Whose only business was to fl ow;5 And fl ow it did; not taking heedOf its own bounty, or my happy moments did I count!Blest was I then all bliss above!Now, for that consecrated fount10 Of murmuring, sparkling, living love,What have I? shall I dare to tell?

9 A comfortless and hidden well of love it may be deep I trust it is, and never dry:15 What matter? if the waters sleepIn silence and obscurity. Such change, and at the very doorOf my fond heart, hath made me Wordsworth910 Neutral TonesWe stood by a pond that winter day,And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; They had fallen from an ash, and were Your eyes on me were as eyes that roveOver tedious riddles of years ago;And some words played between us to and froOn which lost the more by our smile on your mouth was the deadest thing10 Alive enough to have strength to die;And a grin of bitterness swept therebyLike an ominous bird then, keen lessons that love deceives,And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me15 Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree ,And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

10 Thomas Hardy101010 Collection ASonnet 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal I love thee to the level of everyday s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight I love thee freely, as men strive for Right, I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise; I love thee with the passion, put to use10 In my old griefs, .. and with my childhood s faith: I love thee with the love I seemed to lose With my lost Saints, I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning1112My Last DuchessFerrara That s my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fr Pandolf s hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands.