Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE IDYL OF THE STRAP, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "she spoke to me, her voice was low" Last Line: "and, as our glances mixed, she took / my seat" Subject(s): Comedy | ||||||||
SHE spoke to me, her voice was low And sweet, With hidden thought I could not know Replete. She cast on me a lingering look That all my inmost being shook, And, as our glances mixed, she took My seat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN LOVE'S SECRET by ROBERT PECK BATES MISS MILLY O'NAIRE by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER THIS IS THE END by JEAN DE BOSSCHERE TIME'S CHANGES, FR. THE ART OF POLITICS by JAMES BRAMSTON LINCOLN'S ASSASSINATION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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