Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARGARET'S SONG, by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Too soothe and mild your lowland airs Last Line: Towards the brown tarn's brink. Subject(s): Tarns | ||||||||
TOO soothe and mild your lowland airs For one whose hope is gone: I'm thinking of a little tarn, Brown, very lone. Would now the tall swift mists could lay Their wet grasp on my hair, And the great natures of the hills Round me friendly were. In vain! -- For taking hills your plains Have spoilt my soul, I think, But would my feet were going down Towards the brown tarn's brink. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE FROM EMBLEMS OF LOVE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE RYTON FIRS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AN ESCAPE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE DECEMBER 31ST by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE |
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