Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 3, by THOMAS CAMPION Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Raving war, begot Last Line: Th' unknown multitude. Subject(s): War | ||||||||
Raving war, begot In the thirsty sands Of the Libyan Isles, Wastes our empty fields; What the greedy rage Of fell wintry storms Could not turn to spoil, Fierce Bellona now Hath laid desolate, Void of fruit, or hope. Th' eager thrifty hind, Whose rude toil revived Our sky-blasted earth, Himself is but earth, Left a scorn to fate Through seditious arms: And that soil, alive Which he duly nurst, Which him duly fed, Dead his body feeds: Yet not all the glebe His tough hands manured Now one turf affords His poor funeral. Thus still needy lives, Thus still needy dies Th' unknown multitude. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I AM YOUR WAITER TONIGHT AND MY NAME IS DIMITRI by ROBERT HASS MITRAILLIATRICE by ERNEST HEMINGWAY RIPARTO D'ASSALTO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY WAR VOYEURS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL THE SURVIVOR AMONG GRAVES by RANDALL JARRELL SO MANY BLOOD-LAKES by ROBINSON JEFFERS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |
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