A terrible beauty is born.—Closing lines of "Easter, 1916" by W. B. Yeats Nationality words link to articles with information on the nation's poetry or literature (for instance, Irish or France).
I, that on my familiar hill Saw with uncomprehending eyes A hundred of thy sunsets spill Their fresh and sanguine sacrifice, Ere the sun swings his noonday sword Must say good-bye to all of this; – By all delights that I shall miss, Help me to die, O Lord.
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes it is Including all of the British colonies that later became India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka and Nepal.
Listed alphabetically by first name, regardless of surname: Death years link to the corresponding "[year] in poetry" article: Note "Killed in World War I" subsection, below.