This summary provides the key details from the 15 poems presented in the document:
1) The poems cover a range of topics from descriptions of love, nature, and death to reflections on war, fate, and the passage of time.
2) The poems are written by renowned authors including Wilfred Owen, William Butler Yeats, William Shakespeare, and others exploring profound themes through verse.
3) The styles and forms vary, including sonnets addressing themes of love, nature, and the human condition alongside shorter lyrical poems about war and the fate of soldiers.
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Asleep/Wilfred Owen: Morning
This summary provides the key details from the 15 poems presented in the document:
1) The poems cover a range of topics from descriptions of love, nature, and death to reflections on war, fate, and the passage of time.
2) The poems are written by renowned authors including Wilfred Owen, William Butler Yeats, William Shakespeare, and others exploring profound themes through verse.
3) The styles and forms vary, including sonnets addressing themes of love, nature, and the human condition alongside shorter lyrical poems about war and the fate of soldiers.
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Asleep/Wilfred Owen
Under his helmet, up against his
pack, After the many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. And in the happy no-time of his sleeping, Death took him by the heart. There was a quaking f the aborted life within him leaping ... Then chest and sleepy arms once more fell slack. And soon the slow, stray blood came creeping !rom the intrusi"e lead, like ants on track.
#hether his deeper sleep lie shaded by the shaking f great wings, and the thoughts that hung the stars, $igh pillowed on calm pillows of %od&s making Abo"e these clouds, these rains, these sleets of lead, And these winds& scimitars' --r whether yet his thin and sodden head (onfuses more and more with the low mould, $is hair being one with the grey grass And finished fields of autumns that are old ... #ho knows) #ho hopes) #ho troubles) *et it pass+ $e sleeps. $e sleeps less tremulous, less cold Than we who must awake, and waking, say Alas+ Futility/ Wilfred Owen ,o"e him into the sun-- %ently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it awoke him, e"en in !rance, Until this morning and this snow. -f anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds-- #oke, once, the clays of a cold star. Are limbs so dear-achie"ed, are sides !ull-ner"ed,--still warm,--too hard to stir) #as it for this the clay grew tall) -- what made fatuous sunbeams toil To break earth&s sleep at all) An Irish Airman Foresees His Death/Willliam Butler Yeats - know that - shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds abo"e. Those that - fight - do not hate, Those that - guard - do not lo"e. ,y country is /iltartan (ross, ,y countrymen /iltartan&s poor, 0o likely end could bring them loss 7 r lea"e them happier than before. 0or law, nor duty bade me fight, 0or public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Dro"e to this tumult in the clouds' - balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind -n balance with this life, this death. Sonnet 29/William Shakespeare #hen in disgrace with fortune and men&s eyes - all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf hea"en with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, #ishing me like to one more rich in hope, !eatured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man&s art, and that man&s scope, #ith what - most en1oy contented least' 2et in these thoughts my self almost despising, $aply - think on thee, and then my state, *ike to the lark at break of day arising !rom sullen earth, sings hymns at hea"en&s gate' !or thy sweet lo"e remembered such wealth brings That then - scorn to change my state with kings. Sonnet 73 That time of year thou mayst in me behold #hen yellow lea"es, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, 3are ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. -n me thou see&st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west' #hich by and by black night doth take away, Death&s second self, that seals up all in rest. -n me thou see&st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must e4pire, (onsum&d with that which it was nourish&d by. This thou percei"&st, which makes thy lo"e more strong, To lo"e that well, which thou must lea"e ere long. Sonnet 116 *et me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. *o"e is not lo"e #hich alters when it alteration finds, r bends with the remo"er to 8 remo"e. , no+ it is an e"er-fi4ed mark, That looks on tempests and is ne"er shaken' -t is the star to e"ery wandering bark, #hose worth&s unknown, although his height be taken. *o"e&s not Time&s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks #ithin his bending sickle&s compass come' *o"e alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 3ut bears it out e"en to the edge of doom. -f this be error and upon me pro"ed, - ne"er writ, nor no man e"er lo"ed. Sonnet 129 The e4pense of spirit in a waste of shame -s lust in action. and till action, lust -s per1ured, murderous, bloody, full of blame, Sa"age, e4treme, rude, cruel, not to trust' 5n1oyed no sooner but despised straight' 6ast reason hunted' and no sooner had, 6ast reason hated, as a swallowed bait, n purpose laid to make the taker mad. ,ad in pursuit and in possession so' $ad, ha"ing, and in quest to ha"e e4treme' 3efore, a 1oy proposed' behind a dream. All this the world well knows' yet none knows well To shun the hea"en that leads men to this hell. Sonnet 138 #hen my lo"e swears that she is made of truth, - do belie"e her though - know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world&s false subtleties. Thus "ainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply - credit her false-speaking tongue. n both sides thus is simple truth suppressed. 3ut wherefore says she not she is un1ust) And wherefore say not - that - am old) + lo"e&s best habit is in seeming trust, And age in lo"e, lo"es not to ha"e years told. Therefore - lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be. Sonnet 62 9 Sin of self-lo"e possesseth all mine eye And all my soul, and all my e"ery part' And for this sin there is no remedy, -t is so grounded inward in my heart. ,ethinks no face so gracious is as mine, 0o shape so true, no truth of such account' And for myself mine own worth do define, As - all other in all worths surmount. 3ut when my glass shows me myself indeed 3eated and chopp&d with tanned antiquity, ,ine own self-lo"e quite contrary - read' Self so self-lo"ing were iniquity. &Tis thee, myself, that for myself - praise, 6ainting my age with beauty of thy days. Sonnet 1 Shall - compare thee to a summer&s day) Thou art more lo"ely and more temperate. 7ough winds do shake the darling buds of ,ay, And summer&s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of hea"en shines, And often is his gold comple4ion dimmed, And e"ery fair from fair sometime declines, 3y chance, or nature&s changing course untrimmed. 3ut thy eternal summer shall not fade, 0or lose possession of that fair thou ow&st, 0or shall death brag thou wander&st in his shade, #hen in eternal lines to time thou grow&st, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long li"es this, and this gi"es life to thee. Sonnet 2! A woman&s face with nature&s own hand painted, $ast thou, the master mistress of my passion' A woman&s gentle heart, but not acquainted #ith shifting change, as is false women&s fashion. An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, %ilding the ob1ect whereupon it ga8eth' A man in hue all hues in his controlling, #hich steals men&s eyes and women&s souls ama8eth. And for a woman wert thou first created' 10 Till 0ature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated, 3y adding one thing to my purpose nothing. 3ut since she prick&d thee out for women&s pleasure, ,ine be thy lo"e and thy lo"e&s use their treasure. Sonnet 13! ,y mistress& eyes are nothing like the sun' (oral is far more red, than her lips red. -f snow be white, why then her breasts are dun' -f hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. - ha"e seen roses damasked, red and white, 3ut no such roses see - in her cheeks' And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. - lo"e to hear her speak, yet well - know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. - grant - ne"er saw a goddess go, ,y mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet by hea"en, - think my lo"e as rare, As any she belied with false compare. 11