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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A CHILD, by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Pout not, my little rose, but take
Last Line: Never be grafted on a briar.
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
First Line: Pout not, my little rose, but take
Last Line: Never be grafted on a briar.
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
Pout not, my little Rose, but take
With dimpled fingers, cool and soft,
This posy, when thou art awake ..
Mama has worn my posies oft:
This is the first I offer thee,
Sweet baby! many more shall rise
From trembling hand, from bended knee,
Mid hopes and fears, mid doubts and sighs.
Before that hour my eyes will close;
But grant me, Heaven, this one desire ..
In mercy! may my little Rose
Never be grafted on a briar.
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