1.Talk about songs And the stars may never again Shine as now the shine; Long before October returns, Seas of blood will have parted us; And you must crush the love in your heart, And I the love in mine,GooDbye,A rhyme Good, better, best! Never let it rest! Till good is better, And better, best,A large lady from Corfu, Wished to travel to Peru. But Whether buses or trains Or boarding planes, There wasnt a door shed get through,Limericks,WOMEN If you kiss her, you are not a gentleman If you dont, you are not a man If you praise her, she thinks you are lying If you dont, you are good for nothing If you agree to all her likes, she is abusing If you dont, you are not understanding If you make romance, you are an experienced man If you dont, you are half a man If you visit her too often, she thinks it is boring If you dont, she accuses you of double crossing If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy If you dont, you are a dull boy . O LORD, tell me what to do. AMEN,Paragraph 1 Paragraph 2 Paragraph 3,Describe what the poem is about. Describe what images you see in your mind and what feelings the poem gives you Describe what you think the poem is about when you think about it more deeply. Also, give your opinions about the poem,Title: Name of the poet: _,ON THE SEA,It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be movd for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound. Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexd and tird, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexd and tird, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; Oh ye! whose ears are dinnd with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody - Sit ye near some old Caverns Mouth, and brood Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quird,John Keats,A SOLDIER,He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust. If we who sight along it round the world, See nothing worthy to have been its mark, It is because like men we look too near, Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere, Our missiles always make too short an arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect The curve of earth, and striking, break their own; They make us cringe for metal-point on stone. But this we know, the obstacle that checked And tripped the body, shot the spirit on Further than target ever showed or shone,Robert Frost,The Isles of Greece,The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, - Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The heros harp, the lovers lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires Islands of the Blest. The mountains look on Marathon - And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamd that Greece might yet be free For, standing on the Persians grave, I could not deem myself a slave,George Gordon Byron