Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VINE, by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II First Line: As I was passing by Last Line: Your thirsting bones to slake.' Alternate Author Name(s): Mu'tamid, Al-; Al-mu'tamid Of Sevilla | ||||||||
As I was passing by A vine, its tendrils tugged my sleeve. 'Do you design', said I, 'My body so to grieve?' 'Why do you pass', the vine Replied, 'and never greeting make? It took this blood of mine Your thirsting bones to slake.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CURFEW MUST NOT RING TONIGHT by ROSE HARTWICK THORPE IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PAULO POST ORDINATIONEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WORLD'S RECORD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A VERSION OF THE OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |
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