Misquoted Poetry Quiz

She stood on the bridge at midnight,
Her limbs were all a-quiver.
She gave a cough, her leg fell off
And floated down the river.
(Miligan)

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon the crowded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
(Blake)

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of wasteland, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dead roots with spring rain.
(Eliot)

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
(McCrae)

Much Gesture, from the Pulpit -
Strong Hallelujahs roll -
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul –
(Dickinson)

Theirs is not to make reply,
Theirs is not to reason why,
Theirs is but to do and die:
Into the valley of the shadow of Death
Rode the six hundred.
(Tennyson)

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
(Carroll)

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
(Auden)

If you can talk with crowds and save your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—but keep the common touch,
If forbidding foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
(Kipling)

And hand in hand, on the silvery sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
(Lear)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
(Wordsworth)

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
The fruit that round the thatch-eves run;
(Keats)

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
(Yeats)

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
Play’d to the new spring moon.
(Burns)

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion oft let lose
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
(Barrett-Browning)

Love will not be constrain'd by mastery.
When mast'ry comes, the god of love anon
Beateth his wings, and, farewell, he is gone.
Love is a thing as any spirit free.
(Chaucer)

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
(Thomas)

The King said,
“Butter, eh?”
And bounced out of bed.
“Nobody,” he said,
As he kissed the Queen tenderly,
“Nobody,” he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
“Nobody,
My darling,
Could call me
A fussy man -
BUT
I do like a little bit of butter on my bread!”
(AA Milne)

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the swaying trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon angry seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight across the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
(Noyes)

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
But not a drop to drink.
(ST Coleridge)

The Mungojerrie is a Curious Cat:
If you offer him pheasant he would rather have grouse.
If you put him in a house he would much prefer a flat,
If you put him in a flat then he'd rather have a house.
(TS Eliot)

So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall.
(Dahl)

"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you insist that you stand on your head
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
(Carroll)

I eat my peas with honey;
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.
(Anon)