Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked Last Line: The helmet of its crest. | ||||||||
'Tis like a helmet, nicked Where thrusting lances pricked; Some sword has dispossessed The helmet of its crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING EPICOENE; OR, THE SILENT WOMAN: FREEDOM IN DRESS by BEN JONSON A MORNING PIECE; WRITTEN IN ABSENCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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