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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FRAGMENT, by HENRY KIRKE WHITE Poet's Biography
First Line: Hushed is the lyre -- the hand that swept
Last Line: Its forest melodies hath lost its skill.
First Line: Hushed is the lyre -- the hand that swept
Last Line: Its forest melodies hath lost its skill.
Hushed is the lyre — the hand that swept
The low and pensive wires,
Robb'd of its cunning, from the task retires.
Yes — it is still — the lyre is still;
The spirit which its slumbers broke
Hath pass'd away, — and that weak hand that woke
Its forest melodies hath lost its skill.
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