Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STEAM THRESHING-MACHINE, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Flush with the pond the lurid furnace burned Last Line: The endless ladder, and the booming wheel! Subject(s): Harvest; Machinery And Machinists | ||||||||
Flush with the pond the lurid furnace burned At eve, while smoke and vapour filled the yard; The gloomy winter sky was dimly starred, The fly-wheel with a mellow murmur turned; While, ever rising on its mystic stair In the dim light, from secret chambers borne, The straw of harvest, severed from the corn, Climbed, and fell over, in the murky air. I thought of mind and matter, will and law, And then of him, who set his stately seal Of Roman words on all the forms he saw Of old-world husbandry: I could but feel With what a rich precision he would draw The endless ladder, and the booming wheel! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRUTE by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY MUSHROOM CITY by FREDERIC SAUSER THE STEAM THRESHING-MACHINE (CONTINUED) by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER POWER SHOVEL by ROWENA BASTIN BENNETT POEMS OF THE MACHINE AGE by MACKNIGHT BLACK THREE DIMENSIONS by JOSE CRAVEIRINHA ENGINE by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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