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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE POET IN AUTUMN, by MARGARET FRASER First Line: Now be the sharpened cold Last Line: And the dreamy blood; be winter! | |||
Now be the sharpened cold That startles drowsy ground: With words alert and bold, Inflict a frosty wound! Come freeze our breath to stone, O tingling mind, and splinter The sleep of the stolid bone And the dreamy blood; be Winter! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HORIZONS by MARGARET FRASER THE BUSY HEART by RUPERT BROOKE WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 9. OF HUMILITY by WILLIAM BASSE FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING BYROAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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