FAVORITE LINES OF POETRY PART 1

Apparently when i was in college which is when i read poetry i was very dramatic
  1. So little cause for caroling of such ecstatic sound, was written on terrestrial things afar of nigh around
    Thomas hardy, The darkling Thrush
  2. Something there is that doesn't love a wall
    Robt frost, mending wall
  3. I have been happy tho',but in a dream
    Ea Poe
  4. Because i could not stop for death - he kindly stopped for me
    Emily d
  5. The seas of pity lie/locked and frozen in each eye
    Auden
  6. Yes, you, like a ghostly cricket, creaking where a house was burned:/"dust and ashes dead and done with. Venice spent what Venice earned. The soul doubtless is immortal were a soul can be discerned.
    Robert browning
  7. So I'll meet him later on/at the place where 'e is gone-/Where it's always double drill and no canteen."
    Kipling, gunga din
  8. But should you fail to keep your kingdom/And, like your father before you, come/Where thought accuses and feeling mocks,/Believe your pain.
    Auden
  9. Listen - your final pleasure-to the voices/to the exquisite music of that strange procession/and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing
    Cp cavafy
  10. O who is this has done this deed/This ill deed done to me/To send me out this time of year/To sail upon the sea
    From sir patrick spens
  11. Every night and every morn/some to misery are born./Every morn and every night/some are born to sweet delight/some are born to endless night."
    William Blake
  12. In silence we met -/In silence I grieve,/That thy heart could forget,/Thy spirit deceive
    Byron
  13. I run to death/And death meets me as fast/and all my pleasures are like yesterday
    John donne
  14. What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
    Keats
  15. And when I feel, fair creature of an hour/that i shall never look upon thee more
    Kests
  16. Look'd at each other with a wild surmise-/silent on a peak in darien
    Keats
  17. A lonely impulse of delight drove me to this tumolt among the clouds
    Yeats
  18. Huffy Henry hid the day
    John Berryman "Dream Song #1"
    Suggested by   @kflinn1