Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN TIME OF PLENTY, by ANNA SPENCER TWITCHELL First Line: From fountains deep and still Last Line: Lest I might starve some day. Subject(s): Saving And Thrift | ||||||||
From fountains deep and still To-day my cup I fill, Lest when the years are dry Of thirst I faint and die. And from the green-boughed tree Of lovely memory, I store these fruits away Lest I might starve some day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: ON A SPENDTHRIFT by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS EPIGRAM: ON CHEAP PURCHASING by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS NECESSARY OBSERVATIONS: 19TH PRECEPT by THOMAS RANDOLPH ON THE NOTORIOUS SPENDTHRIFT SIR ANDREW NOEL, OF BROOKE by ELIZABETH I MAGNUM VECTIGAL PARSIMONIA by GEORGE GASCOIGNE JOBS AND MONEY by MARIE HARRIS THE WIFE by ANNA SPENCER TWITCHELL |
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