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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD VIOLIN, by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN Poet's Biography
First Line: Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in the dust
Last Line: A master-touch! -- its sweet soul wakes and sings.
Subject(s): Violins
First Line: Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in the dust
Last Line: A master-touch! -- its sweet soul wakes and sings.
Subject(s): Violins
THOUGH tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust,
Like some great thought on a forgotten page;
The soul of music cannot fade or rust, --
The voice within it stronger grows with age;
Its strings and bow are only trifling things --
A master-touch! -- its sweet soul wakes and sings.
Other Poems of Interest...
STRING PLAYER IN THE SHACK by JOHN HOLLANDER
NEAR MISS HAIKU by ANSELM HOLLO
OUT-OF-THE-BODY TRAVEL by STANLEY PLUMLY
HE'D BE NOTHING BUT HIS VIOLIN by MARY KYLE DALLAS
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