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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCURVY ENTERTAINMENT, by ABU ABD ALLAH First Line: Abdul aziz one day Last Line: Plucked from her withered jowl! | |||
Abdul Aziz one day Invited me to stay: May Allah, if He please, Not bless Abdul Aziz! He poured me wine, the which Was black as bubbling pitch, And served (this really hurt!) Goats' horns for my dessert. Then came a foul old hag And offered me a bag Of raisins, each a mole Plucked from her withered jowl! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SUMMER DAYS by WATHEN MARK WILKS CALL THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER DEATH OF STONEWALL JACKSON by HENRY LYNDEN FLASH EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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