Poetry quotes 0.0 / 5 ? English LiteratureAQA AnthologyGCSEAQA Created by: Lilyk30Created on: 25-04-18 20:24 Two vast and trunk less legs of stone Stand in the desert Ozymandias 1 of 30 In every cry... in every infants... in every voice London 2 of 30 It was an act of stealth and troubled pleasure The prelude: stealing the boat 3 of 30 Will’t please you sit and look at her? My last duchess 4 of 30 Cannon to the right of them The charge of the light brigade 5 of 30 Our brains ache, in the merciless winds that knife us Exposure 6 of 30 When it blows full Blast: you know what I mean Storm on the island 7 of 30 Suddenly he awoke and was running Bayonet charge 8 of 30 I see every round as it rips through his life Remains 9 of 30 Slowly melting. I was brave Poppies 10 of 30 He has a job to do War photographer 11 of 30 Paper that lets the light shine through, this is what could alter things Tissue 12 of 30 It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants, but I am branded with the impression of sunlight The Emigree 13 of 30 He must have looked far down at the little fishing boats strung out like bunting on a green- blue translucent sea Kamikaze 14 of 30 Dem tell me what dem want to tell me Checking out me history 15 of 30 My name is Ozymadias, king of kings: look on my works, ye mighty and despair! Ozymandias 16 of 30 Every black’ning church appals, And the hapless soldiers sigh Runs in blood down palace walls London 17 of 30 I gave commands; then all smiles stopped together My last duchess 18 of 30 Honour the charge they made! Honour the light brigade The charge of the light brigade 19 of 30 Slowly our ghosts drag home Exposure 20 of 30 Spits like a tame cat turned savage Storm on the islamd 21 of 30 In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nations Was he the hand pointing that second? Bayonet charge 22 of 30 Sleep, and he’s probably armed, possibly not. Remains 23 of 30 I traced the inscriptions on the war memorial, leaned against it like a wishbone Poppies 24 of 30 From which his editor will pick five or six for the Sunday’s supplement War Photographer 25 of 30 If buildings were paper; I might feel their drift Tissue 26 of 30 My city takes me dancing through the city of walls The Emigree 27 of 30 And though he came back my mother never spoke again in his prescence Kamikaze 28 of 30 See-far woman... fire-woman Checking out me history 29 of 30 There hung a darkness, call it solitude The Prelude: stealing the boat 30 of 30
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