//nota bene: Iâm including both Scarecrow and Dr. Crane in this meme instead of doing it twice, simply because itâs poetry and not as straight-forward as a question meme. see if you can tell which ones I have bolded for Crane and which for Scarecrow, if you can!
I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY MADNESS, STARVING HYSTERICAL NAKED // Tyger Tyger, burning bright // I HAVE DONE IT AGAIN. // DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. // The sea is calm to-night. //Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // Â THERE IS A PLACE WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS // I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME (I CARRY IT IN MY HEART) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, //Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me,// IT WAS MANY AND MANY A YEAR AGO, // YOU MAY WRITE ME DOWN IN HISTORY// DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP // SOME SAY THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE / Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY, // I met a traveler from an antique land // âTwas brillig, and the slithy toves //This is thy hour O Soul, // WHEN WE WEAR THE MASK THAT GRINS AND LIES, // DEATH BE NOT PROUD, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isnât hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // IS THERE ANYBODY THERE? SAID THE TRAVELLER // NOBODY HEARD HIM, THE DEAD MAN, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; // Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY AND FULL OF SLEEP, // In Flandersâ fields the poppies blow // I thought of you and how you love this beauty //Life, believe, is not a dream // IT MAY BE MISERY NOT TO SING AT ALL, // If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, //HAD WE BUT WORLD ENOUGH AND TIME, // MY HEART ACHES, AND A DROWSY NUMBNESS PAINS MY SENSE // Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- // Thou still unravishâd bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // BREAK, BREAK, BREAK //She walks in beauty, // I HAD A DREAM, WHICH WAS NOT AT ALL A DREAM. // He clasps the ring with crooked hands.