This document contains summaries of three poems by different authors. The first poem by Louis MacNeice describes a man's unhappy childhood and loss of his mother. The second by Sir Thomas Wyatt is about a man who gives up pursuing a lady who belongs to the king. The third extract is from "The Battle of Maldon and Beowulf" and tells of a man recounting a fight.

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5. “ In my childhood trees were green And there was plenty to be seen. Come back early or never come. My father made the walls resound, He wore his collar the wrong way round. Come back early or never come. My mother wore a yellow dress; Gently, gently, gentleness. Come back early or never come. When I was five the black dreams came; Nothing after was quite the same. Come back early or never come.

6. The dark was talking to the death; The lamp was dark beside my bed. Come back early or never come. When I woke they did not care; Nobody, nobody was there. Come back early or never come . When my silent terror cried, Nobody, nobody replied. Come back early or never come . I got up; the chilly sun Saw me walk away alone. Come back early or never come.” By Louis MacNeice

9. The Hind Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, But as for me, helas! I may no more. The vain travail hath wearied me so sore, I am of them that furthest come behind. Yet may I, by no means, my wearied mind Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore Fainting I follow. I leave off therefore, Since in a net I seek to hold the wind. Who list her hunt, I put him out of doubt, As well as I, may spend his time in vain; And graven with diamonds in letters plain There is written, her fair neck round about, Noli me tangere, for Caesar’s I am, And wild for to hold, though I seem tame. By Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)

12. “… It would take too long to tell how I repaid the terror of the land for every life he took and so won credit for you, my king, and for all your people. And although he got away to enjoy life’s sweetness for a while longer, his right hand stayed behind him in Heorot, evidence of his miserable overthrow as he lived into murk on the mere bottom…” An extract from “The Battle of Maldon and Beowulf”

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