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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 17. RETURN, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew
Last Line: Deep into patient earth, from whose smooth breast it came!
First Line: A dark plume fetch me from yon blasted yew
Last Line: Deep into patient earth, from whose smooth breast it came!
A DARK plume fetch me from yon blasted yew,
Perched on whose top the Danish Raven croaks;
Aloft, the imperial Bird of Rome invokes
Departed ages, shedding where he flew
Loose fragments of wild wailing, that bestrew
The clouds and thrill the chambers of the rocks;
And into silence hush the timorous flocks,
That, calmly couching while the nightly dew
Moistened each fleece, beneath the twinkling stars
Slept amid that lone Camp on Hardknot's height,
Whose Guardians bent the knee to Jove and Mars:
Or, near that mystic Round of Druid frame
Tardily sinking by its proper weight
Deep into patient Earth, from whose smooth breast it came!
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