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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN, by MARY KYLE DALLAS
First Line: He'd nothing but his violin
Last Line: And I my sweet love-song.
Subject(s): Violins
First Line: He'd nothing but his violin
Last Line: And I my sweet love-song.
Subject(s): Violins
HE'd nothing but his violin,
I'd nothing but my song,
But we were wed when skies were blue
And summer days were long;
And when we rested by the hedge,
The robins came and told
How they had dared to woo and win,
When early Spring was cold.
We sometimes supped on dew-berries,
Or slept among the hay,
But oft the farmers' wives at eve
Came out to hear us play;
The rare old songs, the dear old tunes, --
We could not starve for long
While my man had his violin,
And I my sweet love-song.
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NEAR MISS HAIKU by ANSELM HOLLO
OUT-OF-THE-BODY TRAVEL by STANLEY PLUMLY
THE OLD VIOLIN by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN
THE VIOLINIST by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON
THE VIOLIN'S ENCHANTRESS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET
A VIOLINIST by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON
AS A VIOLINIST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON