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Description
Classic Poems is an illustration series depicting the 10 most influential poems and sonnets during my design career. I attempted to illustrate the poems according to my modern interperetation. Below is a list of poems and authors.

1. Athlete Dying Young (A.E. Housman)
2. Death be not Proud (John Donne)
3. Do not go Gentle (Dylan Thomas)
4. Ozymandias (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
5. Pied Beauty (Gerard Hopkins)
6. She Walks in Beauty (Lord Byron)
7. Sonnet 43 (Elizabeth Browning)
8. Sonnet 130 (William Shakespeare)
9. The Lake (Edgar Allen Poe)
10. When I have Fears (John Keats)

10 5x8in print on paper.

To an Athlete Dying Young

The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high.

Death be not Proud

DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow...

Do not go Gentle into that Good Night

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. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things, For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow, For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, finches’ wings

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light

Sonnet 43

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace

Sonnet 130-3

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,

The Lake

In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around.

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain;