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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS
First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked
Last Line: The helmet of its crest.
First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked
Last Line: The helmet of its crest.
'Tis like a helmet, nicked
Where thrusting lances pricked;
Some sword has dispossessed
The helmet of its crest.
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