Favourite lines of poetry/verse?
 

Mine very favourite is one by Byron, but I don't want it ripped to shreds here and tarnished in my memory forever, so....

my second favourite is:

"He bangs his fists against the posts,
And still insists he sees the ghosts"

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Byron is pretty good. The Second Coming by Yates is my favourite.

This excluding song lyrics.

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The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all it's might.
And this was odd because it was the middle of the night.


or


Once upon a midnight dreary, as I whacked it, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten porn, as i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping, as of someone's violent crapping, crapping on my bathroom floor. Tis some prostitute, I muttered, crapping on my bathroom floor. Only this, and nothing more...

from 'the raven' by unforgiven martyr




or



On arctic floats
That served as boats
The penguins came to kill.

With icy blades
And snow in spades
They landed on Brazil.



from 'attack of the penguins' by aladin-sane

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Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Dylan Thomas

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Here I sit, broken hearted.
Came to sh.it, but only farted.

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It's been done to death but my favorite is still the close of The Raven:

And the raven, never flitting
Still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
Of a demon's that is dreaming
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul, from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore

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I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

~Rebel I-N-S

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This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

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Holy sh-t I was going to post some Wordsworth line I like but then I saw this and remembered that this speech almost makes me weep.

Cliched, but I also like:
"If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run"
Just that couplet.

I'm thinking of more now, I got a couple favorites, I guess.

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (first two stanzas)
By T.S. Eliot

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.