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Poetic First Lines


For how many of the following poetic first lines can you supply the second line?

How about the author's name?  How about the name of the poem, book or play they come from?

—Answers to Poetic First Lines—
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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

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Wake! For the sun who scattered into flight

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As kingfishers catch fire

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought

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The sea is calm tonight

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He did not wear his scarlet cap

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Out of the night that covers me

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To be or not to be

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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan

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In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth

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Go and catch a falling star

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With thee conversing I forget all time

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The curfew tolls the knell of parting day

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Sweet Auburn! Loveliest village of the plain

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Tiger! Tiger, burning bright

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Flow gently, sweet Afton! Among thy green braes

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My heart leaps up when I behold

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Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

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'Tis the last rose of summer

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Jenny kiss'd me when we met

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I met a traveller from an antique land

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I remember, I remember

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By the rude bridge that arched the flood

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

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Between the dark and the daylight

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Blessings on thee, little man

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary

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Half a league, half a league

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The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

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That's my last duchess painted on the wall

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O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

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When I was one and twenty

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By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea

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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn

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Whose woods these are I think I know

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