Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE STORM - A HARVEST MEMORY, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: The specialities of that dark hour of grief Last Line: And shall thy loving kindness have less power? Subject(s): Harvest; Storms | ||||||||
The specialities of that dark hour of grief On my retentive heart have prest their seal; Yes! I remember even the spider's wheel, Which stretched and lightened on the gusty leaf Of that wild August morn! The blasts were driven Across the new-mown fields, fitful and brief, And tossed the tresses of the barley-sheaf, And rode the streaming willow into Heaven: The features of the tempest, all and each, I still recall, and shall thy ruthful gaze Not be remembered? nor those winning ways Which brought my soul within thy pity's reach? I keep the natural impress of the hour, And shall thy loving kindness have less power? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORM AT HOPTIME by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THERE IS A SOLEMN WIND TONIGHT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DEWEY AND DANCER by JOSEPHINE MILES MICHAEL IS AFRAID OF THE STORM by GWENDOLYN BROOKS BREACHING THE ROCK by MADELINE DEFREES THE CLOUDS ABOVE THE OCEAN by STEPHEN DOBYNS OF POLITICS, & ART by NORMAN DUBIE TREMENDOUS WIND AND RAIN by ANSELM HOLLO HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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