Power and Conflict Poetry Anthology Quotes by Poem - Statistics

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Hint	Answer	% Correct
Ozymandias	I met a traveller from an antique land	40%
Remains	his bloody life in my bloody hands	36%
Exposure	But nothing happens.	28%
Ozymandias	sneer of cold command	28%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Noble six hundred!	24%
Exposure	the merciless iced east winds that knive us...	20%
War Photographer	A hundred agonies in black and white	16%
War Photographer	spools of suffering set out in ordered rows	16%
Bayonet Charge	His terror's touchy dynamite	12%
Exposure	Is it that we are dying?	12%
The Emigrée	It tastes of sunlight.	12%
Remains	probably armed, possibly not	12%
Exposure	All their eyes are ice	8%
Remains	End of story, except not really	8%
Remains	His blood-shadow stays on the street	8%
Bayonet Charge	In what cold clockwork of the stars and the nationsWas he the hand pointing that second?	8%
Remains	I see every round as it rips through his life -	8%
Ozymandias	"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"	8%
Poppies	released a song bird from its cage	8%
Ozymandias	Two vast and trunkless legs of stone	8%
Storm on the Island	We are prepared: we build our houses squat	8%
War Photographer	a half-formed ghost	4%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	All the world wonder'd	4%
Remains	And the drink and the drugs won't flush him out	4%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them	4%
London	Every black'ning church appals,	4%
Bayonet Charge	he almost stopped	4%
Kamikaze	Her father embarked at sunrise	4%
My Last Duchess	I gave commands;Then all smiles stopped together	4%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Into the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of Hell	4%
London	I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow	4%
Remains	sort of inside out	4%
Bayonet Charge	Suddenly he awoke and was running - rawIn raw-seamed hot khaki	4%
London	the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace walls	4%
The Emigrée	There once was a country...	4%
War Photographer	they do not care	4%
Remains	Three of a kind all letting fly	4%
Tissue	turned into your skin.	4%
Poppies	All my wordsflattened, rolled, turned into felt	0%
Remains	and tosses his guts back into his body.Then he's carted off in the back of a lorry	0%
Ozymandias	a shatter'd visage lies	0%
Kamikaze	a shaven head full of powerful incantations	0%
My Last Duchess	as if she rankedMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift	0%
Kamikaze	a tuna, the dark prince, muscular, dangerous.	0%
Checking Out Me History	Bandage up me eye with me own historyBlind me to me own identity	0%
War Photographer	Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass.	0%
War Photographer	blood stained into foreign dust	0%
Bayonet Charge	Bullets smacking the belly out of the air -	0%
Checking Out Me History	de cow who jump over de moon	0%
Checking Out Me History	Dem tell me bout 1066 and all dat	0%
Checking Out Me History	Dem tell meDem tell me Wha dem want to tell me	0%
The Prelude	dim and determined senseOf unknown modes of being	0%
My Last Duchess	E'en then would be some stooping; and I chooseNever to stoop	0%
Storm on the Island	Exploding comfortably down on the cliffs	0%
War Photographer	fields which don't explode beneath the feet of running children in a nightmare heat	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Flash'd all their sabres bare,Flash'd as they turned in air	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward	0%
Poppies	hoping to hearyour playground voice catching on the wind	0%
War Photographer	how he sought approvalwithout words to do what he must	0%
The Prelude	huge and mighty forms that do not live,Like living men	0%
Kamikaze	And sometimes, she said, he must have wonderedwhich had been the better way to die.	0%
Checking Out Me History	a yellow sunriseto the dying	0%
Checking Out Me History	I checking out me own historyI carving out me identity	0%
The Emigrée	I comb its hair and love its shining eyes	0%
Tissue	If buildings were paper, I might feel their drift, see how easily they fall away on a sigh, a shift	0%
Checking Out Me History	Nannysee-far woman of mountain dream fire-woman struggle hopeful stream to freedom river	0%
London	In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear.	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Into the valley of deathRode the six hundred	0%
Kamikaze	they treated him as though he no longer existed	0%
The Emigrée	It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants,but I am branded by an impression of sunlight	0%
Checking Out Me History	Toussaint a slave with vision	0%
Poppies	I tracedthe inscriptions on the war memorial	0%
Ozymandias	its sculptor well those passions read	0%
The Prelude	It was an act of stealthAnd troubled pleasure	0%
Remains	I walk right over it week after week	0%
My Last Duchess	Just thisOr that in you disgusts me	0%
Bayonet Charge	King, honour, human dignity, etceteraDropped like luxuries in a yelling alarm	0%
Tissue	let the daylight breakthrough capitals and monoliths	0%
Exposure	like a dull rumour of some other war	0%
Kamikaze	little fishing boatsstrung out like bunting on a green-blue translucent sea	0%
Exposure	love of God seems dying	0%
Tissue	Maps too.	0%
London	mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe	0%
Tissue	might fly our lives like paper kites	0%
My Last Duchess	my object	0%
The Emigrée	my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight	0%
Poppies	my stomach busymaking tucks, darts, pleats	0%
The Prelude	No familiar shapesRemained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea and sky, no colours of green fields	0%
My Last Duchess	no just pretenceOf mine for a dowry will be disallowed	0%
Ozymandias	Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.	0%
My Last Duchess	Notice Neptune, though,Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!	0%
Exposure	on us the doors are closed	0%
Tissue	pages smoothed and stroked and turnedtransparent with attention	0%
My Last Duchess	'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat'	0%
Exposure	Pale flakes with fingering stealth come feeling for our faces	0%
Tissue	Paper that lets the lightshine through, this is what could alter things	0%
Tissue	raise a structurenever meant to last	0%
Exposure	sentries whisper, curious, nervous	0%
My Last Duchess	She looked on, and her looks went everywhere	0%
The Prelude	She was an elfin pinnace; lustilyI dipped my oars into the silent lake	0%
Exposure	Shrivelling many hands, puckering foreheads crisp	0%
My Last Duchess	(since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)	0%
My Last Duchess	Sir, 'twas not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek	0%
Remains	some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land	0%
War Photographer	Something is happening.	0%
Storm on the Island	Space is a salvo.We are bombarded by the empty air	0%
Poppies	spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockadeof yellow bias binding around your blazer	0%
Poppies	steeled the softening	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Storm'd at with shot and shell	0%
Storm on the Island	Strange, it is a huge nothing that we fear	0%
Exposure	Sudden successive flights of bullets streak the silence	0%
The Emigrée	That child's vocabulary I carried herelike a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar	0%
My Last Duchess	That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive	0%
Storm on the Island	the flung spray hitsThe very windows, spits like a tame cat Turned savage	0%
Poppies	the gelledblackthorns of your hair	0%
The Prelude	The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge	0%
The Emigrée	their free city	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Theirs not to make reply,Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die	0%
Bayonet Charge	The patriotic tear that had brimmed in his eyeSweating like molten iron from the centre of his chest	0%
War Photographer	The reader's eyeballs prick with tears between the bath and pre-lunch beers	0%
Storm on the Island	there are no trees, no natural shelter	0%
The Prelude	There hung a darkness, call it solitudeOf blank desertion	0%
Tissue	the shapes that pride can make	0%
Tissue	The sun shines through their borderlines	0%
London	the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the newborn infant's tear, And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.	0%
Poppies	threwit open, the world overflowing like a treasure chest	0%
The Prelude	through the silent water stole my way	0%
The Emigrée	time rolls its tanks	0%
My Last Duchess	too soon made glad,Too easily impressed	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	Was there a man dismay'dNot tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd	0%
The Charge of the Light Brigade	When can their glory fade?	0%
Ozymandias	Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed	0%
Tissue	whodied where and how, on which sepia date	0%
Storm on the Island	wind dives And strafes invisibly	0%
The Prelude	with purpose of its ownAnd measured motion like a living thing, Strode after me	0%
Bayonet Charge	yellow hare that rolled like a flame	0%
Storm on the Island	you can listen to the thing you fearForgetting that it pummels your house too	0%

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