Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GODODDIN: CONAN, by ANEIRIN Poet Analysis First Line: Conan's name, my lay, rehearse Last Line: The crimson harvest of the foe. Alternate Author Name(s): Aneurin; Neirin | ||||||||
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse, Build to him the lofty verse, Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero's sole reward. As the flame's devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunder's fiery stroke, Glancing on the shiver'd oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 55 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM by ROBERT SOUTHEY SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT EPITAPH ON NICOL OF THE HIGH SCHOOL, EDINBURGH by ROBERT BURNS |
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