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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRINCE, by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM First Line: My heart it was a cup of gold Last Line: And it is withered now. | |||
My heart it was a cup of gold That at his lip did long to lie, But he hath drunk the red wine down, And tossed the goblet by. My heart it was a floating bird That through the world did wander free, But he hath locked it in a cage, And lost the silver key. My heart it was a white, white rose That bloomed upon a broken bough, He did but wear it for an hour, And it is withered now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A MYRTLE SHADE by WILLIAM BLAKE SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT IMPROMPTU TO LADY WINCHILSEA by ALEXANDER POPE THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE MYSTERY: 1 by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: LEAFLESS HOURS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |
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