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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY AIN COUNTREE, by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The sun rises bright in france Last Line: Frae my ain countree! Subject(s): Home | |||
THE sun rises bright in France, And fair sets he; But he has tint the blythe blink he had In my ain countree. O, it 's nae my ain ruin That saddens aye my e'e, But the dear Marie I left behin' Wi' sweet bairnies three. My lanely hearth burn'd bonnie, And smiled my ain Marie; I've left a' my heart behin' In my ain countree. The bud comes back to summer, And the blossom to the bee; But I'll win back, O never, To my ain countree. O, I am leal to high Heaven, Where soon I hope to be, An' there I'll meet ye a' soon Frae my ain countree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EL FLORIDA ROOM by RICHARD BLANCO DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN TO THIS HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE UPSTAIRS ROOM by WELDON KEES HOME IS SO SAD by PHILIP LARKIN DUTCH INTERIOR by DAVID LEHMAN |
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