Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VINE, by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II First Line: As I was passing by Last Line: Your thirsting bones to slake.' Alternate Author Name(s): Mu'tamid, Al-; Al-mu'tamid Of Sevilla | ||||||||
As I was passing by A vine, its tendrils tugged my sleeve. 'Do you design', said I, 'My body so to grieve?' 'Why do you pass', the vine Replied, 'and never greeting make? It took this blood of mine Your thirsting bones to slake.' | Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER PASSING AWAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODE TO THE SWALLOW by ANACREON THE POOR FARMER'S OFFERING by APOLLONIDES SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 1. AT THE THEATRE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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