megustaleer Posted January 3, 2008 Report Share Posted January 3, 2008 OK. Although I'm not sure anyone is actually playing Let us consider your application form. Your qualifications, though impressive, are Not, we must admit, precisely what We had in mind. Would you care To defend their relevance? ....................................Indeed. (my row of dots, as I don't know how to indent the text) Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Heather Posted January 9, 2008 Report Share Posted January 9, 2008 Is it by W.H.Auden? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted January 9, 2008 Report Share Posted January 9, 2008 Nope, a living poet. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Heather Posted January 21, 2008 Report Share Posted January 21, 2008 How about a clue? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted January 21, 2008 Report Share Posted January 21, 2008 Sorry, had forgotten all about this. Err? Um? Ah, I remember - living, female, and not obscure. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Matthew Posted April 5, 2008 Report Share Posted April 5, 2008 U. A. Fanthorpe What do I win? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted April 5, 2008 Report Share Posted April 5, 2008 What do I win? As with many of our games/quizzes, the 'prize' is the privilege of setting the next question. U.A. Fanthorpe is the poet, but what's the poem? (This thread is called "Name That Poem") Oh, welcome to BGO, by the way. Would you care to pop in to the 'Please Introduce Yourself' thread in the Central Library, and say how you found your way here, and maybe tell us a little about yourself and your reading habits? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Matthew Posted April 6, 2008 Report Share Posted April 6, 2008 True. "You Will Be Hearing From Us Shortly," if I'm not mistaken. Just kidding about the prize. The bragging rights are enough. Now, if I can just find someone to brag to... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted April 6, 2008 Report Share Posted April 6, 2008 Correct, Matthew. No longer having to undergo the horrors of job interviews, I find this poem rather amusing. Your turn! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Matthew Posted April 7, 2008 Report Share Posted April 7, 2008 This might be too easy. Then again, I don't want to offend anyone who finds it difficult. Here's my favorite couplet from the poem: While draping by a showman's trick Their dishabille in rhetoric... (I love the pretentious "dishabille.") Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Adrian Posted May 31, 2008 Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 I don't think Matthew will be too bothered if I take over. In the words of the thread title, quite simply: give me the title of this poem. <blockquote>A hard, howling, tossing, water scene: Strong tide was washing hero clean. "How cold!" Weather stings as in anger. O silent night shows war ace danger! The cold waters swashing on in rage. Redcoats warn slow his hint engage. When general's star action wish'd "Go!" He saw his ragged continentals row. Ah, he stands – sailor crew went going, And so this general watches rowing. He hastens – Winter again grows cold; A wet crew gain Hessian stronghold. George can't lose war with's hands in; He's astern – so, go alight, crew, and win!</blockquote> Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Calliope Posted May 31, 2008 Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 I remember what the poem is called, but not who wrote it. Am I allowed to say? It's Washington Crossing the Delaware and its odd-sounding wording is because every line is an anagram. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
megustaleer Posted May 31, 2008 Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 It's Washington Crossing the Delaware and its odd-sounding wording is because every line is an anagram of the title. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Adrian Posted May 31, 2008 Report Share Posted May 31, 2008 I remember what the poem is called, but not who wrote it. Am I allowed to say? It's Washington Crossing the Delaware and its odd-sounding wording is because every line is an anagram. Correct. I thought it clever but as you say, some lines do sound a bit odd. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Calliope Posted June 4, 2008 Report Share Posted June 4, 2008 What poem is this? THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers -- Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pré. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
chuntzy Posted June 11, 2008 Report Share Posted June 11, 2008 The only way I could get the answer was - doesn't sound like an English poet think it might be an American poet sounds 19th c. try Longfellow - look him up oh, yes, it's - Evangeline Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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