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Famous Recommended Poetry - Top 20 List!
There are so many poems to choose from it is
difficult to know where to make a start! We have
therefore devised a Top 20 List of our favourite poems.
It was an extremely difficult task and obviously our
choice, in the end, was based on personal preferences!
We hope that the list will provide our readers with as
much pleasure that these famous verses have given to us.
A good knowledge of these famous verses will provide all
students and children with a good grounding of the
subject. Each poet has a different style of writing
making expert use of the English language. We have been
asked on many occasions which is our favourite poem.
Impossible! Writing styles, subject matter and even
childhood memories influence choices, so we gave up and
endeavoured to, at least, compile a list of our top
twenty famous and favourite poems! The first line of the
famous verse has been included to jog the memory! Please
refer to the Index for the Top 20 list! We can, however
give examples of some moving verses from a selection of the
poems about death:
To The RAF -
a poem by Alfred Noyes
Never since English ships went out
To singe the beard of Spain,
Or English sea-dogs hunted death
Along the Spanish Main,
Never since Drake and Raleigh won
Our freedom of the seas,
Have sons of Britain dared and done
More valiantly than these.
Whether at midnight or at noon,
Through mist or open sky,
Eagles of freedom, all our hearts
Are up with you on high;
While Britain's mighty ghosts look down
From realms beyond the sun
And whisper, as their record pales,
Their breathless, deep, Well Done!
Charge of the
Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
`Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
`Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
ome one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
O Captain My
Captain a poem by Walt Whitman
O Captain my
Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead
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