My English teacher seems to believe that memorizing a bunch of random poems will help me sometime later in life, so basically I've got to know these on Friday and be able to recite them without messing up. If I don't, I'll get a shitto grade.

The world is charged with the grandeur of god
it will flame out, like shining from shook foil
it gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
crushed. "Why do men then now not reck his rod?"
generations have trod, have trod, have trod
and all is smeared with trade, bleared, smeared with toil
and wears man's smudge and shares man's smell, the soil
is bare now, nor can foot feel being shod
but after all this, nature is never spent
there lives the dearest freshness deep within
and though the lights of the black west went
oh, morning at the brown brink eastward springs
because the holy ghost over the bent world broods
with warm breast and with ah! bright wings

&

When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain
Before high-piled books in charactery
Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain
When I behold upon the night's starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hang of chance
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink

&

The World is too much with us; late and soon
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not- Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn


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