Answers to Next Lines of Poems

1 A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune
The shooting of Dan McGrew (Robert W Service)

2 Weave a circle round him thrice, and close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed, and drunk the milk of Paradise.
Kubla Khan (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

3 Was none who would be foremost to lead such dire attack?
But those behind cried ‘Forward!’, and those before cried ‘Back!’
Horatius at the Bridge (Thomas Babington Macaulay)

4 All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell
Sonnet CXXIX (Shakespeare)

5 But as it is! . . . My language fails!
Go out and govern New South Wales!
Lord Lundy (Hilaire Belloc)

6 "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
Ode on a Grecian Urn (John Keats)

7 Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard (Thomas Gray)

8 And thou, what needest with thy tribe’s black tents
Who hast the red pavilion of my heart?
Arab Love Song (Francis Thompson)

9 There was a young girl from Aberystwyth
Took grain to the mill to make grist with

10 One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Death, Be Not Proud (John Donne)

11 They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
This Be the Verse (Philip Larkin)

12 I've a lover in the prison, doomed this very night to die
At the ringing of the curfew, and no earthly help is nigh
Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight (Rose Hartwick Thorpe)

13 Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace
Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place
How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix (Robert Browning)

14 And the sweat is on thy brow, for he passes even now
He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!
The Song of the Little Hunter (Rudyard Kipling)

15 For the stronger we our houses do build
The less chance we have of being killed
The Tay Bridge Disaster (William McGonagall)

16 We sat in the car park till twenty to one
And now I'm engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn
A Subaltern’s Love Song (John Betjeman)

17 In the blithe and pleasant Spring-time
In the Moon of Leaves he built it
Hiawatha (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

18 Il n'y a beste ne oyseau, qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie
Le temps a laissiƩ son manteau de vent, de froidure et de pluye
Rondel (Charles d’Orleans)

19 Did He smile His work to see?
Did who made the lamb make thee?
The Tiger (William Blake)

20 I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Edward Fitzgerald)

21 He took castles and towns; he cut short limbs and lives
He made orphans and widows of children and wives:
The Pool of the Diving Friar, from Crotchet Castle (Thomas Love Peacock)

22 There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar
Lochinvar, from Marmion (Walter Scott)

23 ‘Tis paid with sighs a plenty and sold for endless rue
And I am two-and-twenty, and oh, ‘tis true, ‘tis true
When I was one-and-twenty (A E Housman)

24 For Witherington needs must I wail, as one in doleful dumps (12)
For when his legs were smitten off, he fought upon his stumps
The Ballad of Chevy Chase (Anon)

25 But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks
And the Colonel's daughter smiled on him as well
The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God (J Milton Hayes)

Maximum is 75. Less than 25 is poor. Less than 10 is rotten.