Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A RAMBLING RHYME OF DOROTHY, by ARTHUR CHENEY TRAIN Poet's Biography First Line: When ye crocuss shews his heade Last Line: Dorothy! Subject(s): Rhyme | ||||||||
WHEN ye Crocuss shews his heade & ye Wyndes of Marche have flede, Springe doth come, and happylye Then I thinke of Dorothy. Haycockes fragrante in ye fun Give me reste when taskes are done: Summer's here, & merrylye Then I dreame of Dorothy. Scarlette leaves & heapinge binne; Cyder, ye cool Tankard in; Autumn's come. Righte jollylye Then I drinke to Dorothy. When ye Northe Wynde sweeps ye snowe & Icyclles hange all belowe, Then, for foothe, Olde Winter, he Letts me dance with Dorothy! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CATCH A LITTLE RHYME by EVE MERRIAM ESSAY: THE INFINITE ASSONANCES WITHIN by ELENI SIKELIANOS SWEATER WEATHER: A LOVE SONG TO LANGUAGE by SHARON BRYAN A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS |
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