Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARCH, by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN Poet's Biography First Line: Uproarious month! Spent winter's dying wrath Last Line: Mad whirlwinds heaping ruin far and wide! Subject(s): March (month) | ||||||||
Uproarious month! Spent winter's dying wrath, Howling across the waste and charging down Upon the groaning woodland's shrieking town, Lashing the helpless boughs, and in thy path Scattering thy spoils in hapless aftermath; Blow, blow thy spirit's turbulence, and frown Thy darkest from the sullen skies, and crown Thy war with all the rage that winter hath! Thou stormy image of the turbid soul Swollen with winter of its barren pride, The monstrous lion of anger roaring there With raucous breath and rending all the air With fearful bellowings, that rush and roll Mad whirlwinds heaping ruin far and wide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND AGAIN, MARCH IS ALMOST HERE by JOHN ASHBERY MARCH: A BIRTHDAY POEM by JOHN UPDIKE MARCH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS IN EARLIEST SPRING by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MARCH by EDMUND SPENSER TO MY SISTER by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WRITTEN IN MARCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A FABLE FOR LYDIA by CONDE BENOIST PALLEN |
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