From bc892ccefef8368289ee082ebd5cc0e75f0bf8cc Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: cyfraeviolae Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2022 11:22:27 -0500 Subject: more poems --- static/poems.js | 110 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++------------- 1 file changed, 86 insertions(+), 24 deletions(-) (limited to 'static/poems.js') diff --git a/static/poems.js b/static/poems.js index e51bddf..86b4c15 100644 --- a/static/poems.js +++ b/static/poems.js @@ -5,8 +5,9 @@ var challenges = [ "title": "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey", "collection": "Lyrical Ballads", "author": "William Wordsworth", - "meter": "iambic pentameter", - "ctx": `And I have felt + "meter": "iambic pentameter", + "ctx": ` +And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, @@ -15,7 +16,8 @@ And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, -And rolls through all things.`, +And rolls through all things. +`, "link": "https://www.gutenberg.org/files/9622/9622-h/9622-h.htm#poem23", }, { @@ -24,11 +26,13 @@ And rolls through all things.`, "title": "The Destruction of Sennacherib", "collection": "Hebrew Melodies", "author": "Lord Byron", - "meter": "anapestic tetrameter", - "ctx": `For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, + "meter": "anapestic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, -And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!`, +And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! +`, "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43827/the-destruction-of-sennacherib", }, { @@ -37,13 +41,15 @@ And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!`, "title": "Book IV", "collection": "Paradise Lost", "author": "John Milton", - "meter": "iambic pentameter", - "ctx": `Me miserable! which way shall I flie + "meter": "iambic pentameter", + "ctx": ` +Me miserable! which way shall I flie Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire? Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep Still threatning to devour me opens wide, -To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.`, +To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n. +`, "link": "https://milton.host.dartmouth.edu/reading_room/pl/book_4/text.shtml", }, { @@ -52,15 +58,17 @@ To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heav'n.`, "title": "The Famine", "collection": "The Song of Hiawatha", "author": "Henry Wadsworth Longfellow", - "meter": "trochaic tetrameter", - "ctx": `Then they buried Minnehaha; + "meter": "trochaic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +Then they buried Minnehaha; In the snow a grave they made her, In the forest deep and darksome, Underneath the moaning hemlocks; Clothed her in her richest garments, Wrapped her in her robes of ermine, Covered her with snow, like ermine; -Thus they buried Minnehaha.`, +Thus they buried Minnehaha. +`, "link": "https://www.gutenberg.org/files/30795/30795-h/30795-h.htm#XX", }, { @@ -69,11 +77,13 @@ Thus they buried Minnehaha.`, "title": "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love", "collection": null, "author": "Christopher Marlowe", - "meter": "iambic tetrameter", - "ctx": `And we will sit upon the rocks, + "meter": "iambic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers to whose falls -Melodious birds sing madrigals.`, +Melodious birds sing madrigals. +`, "link": "https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Passionate_Shepherd_to_His_Love", }, { @@ -82,8 +92,9 @@ Melodious birds sing madrigals.`, "title": "Puck, Act II, Scene I", "collection": "A Midsummer's Night Dream", "author": "William Shakespeare", - "meter": "iambic tetrameter", - "ctx": `Over hill, over dale, + "meter": "iambic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, @@ -94,7 +105,8 @@ To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, -In those freckles live their savours:`, +In those freckles live their savours: +`, "link": "http://shakespeare.mit.edu/midsummer/full.html#2.1.2", }, { @@ -103,8 +115,9 @@ In those freckles live their savours:`, "title": "Sonnet XLIII", "collection": "", "author": "Edna St. Vincent Millay", - "meter": "iambic pentameter", - "ctx": `What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, + "meter": "iambic pentameter", + "ctx": ` +What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh @@ -117,7 +130,8 @@ Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me -A little while, that in me sings no more.`, +A little while, that in me sings no more. +`, "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46557/what-lips-my-lips-have-kissed-and-where-and-why", }, { @@ -126,8 +140,9 @@ A little while, that in me sings no more.`, "title": "In Memory of W. B. Yeats", "collection": "", "author": "W. H. Auden", - "meter": "catalectic trochaic tetrameter", - "ctx": `Earth, receive an honoured guest: + "meter": "catalectic trochaic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +Earth, receive an honoured guest: William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry. @@ -140,7 +155,54 @@ Each sequestered in its hate; Intellectual disgrace Stares from every human face, And the seas of pity lie -Locked and frozen in each eye.`, +Locked and frozen in each eye. +`, "link": "https://poets.org/poem/memory-w-b-yeats", }, + { + "line": "To skies that knit their heartstrings right".split(' '), + "scansion": ['x', '/', 'x', '/', 'x', '/x', '/'], + "title": "From Clee to heaven the beacon burns", + "collection": "A Shropshire Lad", + "author": "A. E. Housman", + "meter": "iambic tetrameter", + "ctx": ` +To skies that knit their heartstrings right, + To fields that bred them brave, +The saviours come not home to-night: + Themselves they could not save. +`, + "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44410/a-shropshire-lad-1-from-clee-to-heaven-the-beacon-burns", + }, + { + "line": "Into the jaws of Death".split(' '), + "scansion": ['/x', 'x', '/', 'x', 'x'], + "title": "The Charge of the Light Brigade", + "collection": null, + "author": "Alfred, Lord Tennyson", + "meter": "dactylic dimeter", + "ctx": ` +Cannon to right of them, +Cannon to left of them, +Cannon in front of them + Volleyed and thundered; +Stormed at with shot and shell, +Boldly they rode and well, +Into the jaws of Death, +Into the mouth of hell + Rode the six hundred. +`, + "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45319/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade", + }, ] + // { + // "line": "Into the jaws of Death".split(' '), + // "scansion": ['/x', 'x', '/', 'x', 'x'], + // "title": "The Charge of the Light Brigade", + // "collection": null, + // "author": "Alfred, Lord Tennyson", + // "meter": "dactylic dimeter", + // "ctx": ` +// `, + // "link": "https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45319/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade", + // }, -- cgit v1.2.3