h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Dmitri is right, of course. I was doing a William Burroughs-style cut-and-paste with http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16078 Milton on his blindness.

As Blake said, 'Milton, thou shouldst be living with us now.'

Because now, my friend, 2legs has solved the accessibility issues.

I think I should say, Milton is closer than ABBA - chronologically speaking, anyway.

sun
thus
us
run

There were a couple of attempts at clues in my subsequent postings...

Ah, yes! Busy old fool, unruly sun. The sun Rising, John Donne. http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/sunrising.htm

do
you
true
do

Quite right, RM,

I knew it was a hard one, but thought you guys might know it.

now, onto to yours...

Is this back to the fab 4? Love Me Do?

Okay, I've a feeling my first effort was too obscure - at risk of leaning too far the other way, I'm going for this:

Slough
now
cow
death

No great challenge, but a fantastic group of last words!

The only Slough I know is in Eton Rifles (The Jam). "There's a riot going on down in Slough", or something like that. I didn't think it was the first line, though, and the other words don't seem right.

Really Icy? If you aren't familiar with this one, I think you'll like it.

I think someone on here will get it...

Ah, it's Betjeman, isn't it?

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough...

No idea how the rest of it goes.

The big G tells me it's:

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough!
It isn't fit for humans now,
There isn't grass to graze a cow.
Swarm over, Death!

OK, a new one:

talking
night
sleepwalking
right

Ok, you've had long enough. The answer was Oliver's Army by Elvis Costello:

Don’t start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
hen I’m setting the world to right.


I'll throw it open to anyone to post the next one...

How about an easy one:

Them
them
them
thunder'd

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Charge of the Light Brigade:

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thunder'd.

By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Here's one by a poet NOT connected with the Isle of Wight, as far as I know. The last words of the first four lines of one of his famous poems are:

souls
minds
blessings
spirited)

Hint: He was an ambulance driver in World War I.

Yep, told you it was an easy one
Your turn

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