NAME THAT POET CONTEST
A poem will be given. You need to figure out who wrote the poem from the multiply choices given.

The 3 members that correctly name the most poets will win an award.

Contest will run from Sept 13th til Sept 25th.

Contest is for PE members only!
POEM #1

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
A. William Shakespeare         C. Robert Frost
B. Emily Dickinson                 D. William Yeats
POEM #2

What's the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you're loved again.
What's the best thing in the world?
--Something out of it, I think.
A. Robert Browning                  C. William Wordsworth
B. Elizabeth Barrett Browning   D. Robert Hayden
POEM #3

EVERYBODY loved Chick Lorimer in our town.
                    Far off
               Everybody loved her.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went.
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk. . a few
     old things
And is gone,
                    Gone with her little chin
                    Thrust ahead of her
                    And her soft hair blowing careless
                    From under a wide hat,
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover.

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick?
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
               Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
                    Nobody knows where she's gone.
A. Carl Sandburg             C. Robert Duncan
B. Lewis Carroll               D. John Ashberry
POEM #4

All, that I know
          Of a certain star
        Is, it can throw
          (Like the angled spar)
        Now a dart of red,
          Now a dart of blue
        Till my friends have said
          They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
  They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
  Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore I love it.
A. John Keats            C. Robert Browning
B. Emily Dickinson    D. Margaret Atwood
POEM #5

Though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass, or glory in the flower;
we will grieve not, rather find
strength in what remains behind.
A. Elizabeth Barrett Browning        C. Lord Bryon
B. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow    D. Williams Wordsworth
POEM #6

Byways and bygone
And lone nights long
Sun rays and sea waves
And star and stone

Manless and friendless
No cave my home
This is my torture
My long nights, lone
A. James Weldon Johnson   C. Lord Alfred Tennyson
B. Maya Angelou                  D. Barbara Ras
POEM #7

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art--
   Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
   Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
   Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
   Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No--yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
   Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
   Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever--or else swoon to death.
A. John Keats            C. William Shakespeare
B. Robert Frost          D. Robert Browing
POEM #8

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,--
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
A. William Wordsworth                B. John Keats
B. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   D. Percy Shelley
POEM #9
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
A. William Shakespeare                  C. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
B. William Wadsworth Longfellow   D. Robert Browning
POEM #10

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.

But midst the crowd, the hurry, the shock of men,
To hear, to see, to feel and to possess,
And roam alone, the world's tired denizen,
With none who bless us, none whom we can bless;
Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
None that, with kindred consciousness endued,
If we were not, would seem to smile the less
Of all the flattered, followed, sought and sued;
This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!
A. Robert Hayden       C. Lord Bryon
B. Percy Shelley          D. William Shakespeare
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