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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DEW, by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE Poet's Biography First Line: The warm winds stealing o'er the grass Last Line: Have lit with the spirit-light of tears. | |||
THE warm winds stealing o'er the grass Are sweet to the daffodil, But not till the colder night-winds pass Will the crystal dews distil; Fair is the dew on petal and leaf, Fairer sweet eyes made grave with grief. When morn is red and winds grow chill A crown on the rose is set, Dew-laden drops the daffodil, Begemmed is the violet; But sweeter the eyes that the passing years Have lit with the spirit-light of tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN TIR-NAN-OG (THE LAND OF YOUTH) by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE WINTER SUNSHINE by THOMAS EKENHEAD MAYNE PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH UNDER HOUSE ARREST IN WINDSOR by HENRY HOWARD THE CASE OF DOMINEERING JOHN ALEXIS UPHAM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE AT THE FUNERAL OF A MINOR POET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE MAGNOLIA TREE by EASTER ROHRER BECKER EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL |
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