Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DON QUIXOTE, by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS Poet's Biography First Line: Gaunt, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling hack Last Line: Dear, foiled enthusiast, teach our hearts to feel! Subject(s): Don Quixote | ||||||||
GAUNT, rueful knight, on raw-boned, shambling hack, Thy battered morion, shield and rusty spear, Jog ever down the road in strange career, Both tears and laughter following on thy track, Stout Sancho hard behind, whose leathern back Is curved in clownish sufferance, mutual cheer The quest beguiling as devoid of fear, Thou spurrest to rid the world of rogues, alack! Despite fantastic creed and addled pate, Of awkward arms and weight of creaking steel, Nobility is thine -- the high estate That arms knights errant for all human weal; How rare, La Mancha, grow such souls of late, -- Dear, foiled enthusiast, teach our hearts to feel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON QUIXOTE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON DON QUIXOTE by HANNELORE JOSEPH THE RUSTY MAN (BY A SOURED ONE) by HERMAN MELVILLE DON QUIXOTE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE MESTIZO (2) by JUAN R. SEQUEIRA THE HOLLYHOCKS by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS THE UNSEEN WORLD by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS TO HELEN KELLER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS TO THE MOONFLOWER by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS |
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