Poetry Snippets

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

From “Jabberwocky” by Lewis Carroll

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

From “I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud” by William Wordsworth

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

From “Dulce Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen

It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me–we two–you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me–who?

From “Theme for English B” by Langston Hughes

War seized the country’s youth
And led them far from home
War found the Sea of Joy
And churned it into foam–
Made me a useless wreck
With all the world to roam.

From “Soliloquy of Peace” by Marshall Ney Brisbin

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