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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LEAF, by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT First Line: Poor leaf from off thy spray Last Line: And glory's leaf of bay. | |||
POOR leaf from off thy spray, Withered and torn away, Where dost thou go? I cannot say. The storm has shattered the oak, Which was my only stay, With its inconstant stroke. The West or the howling North From that hour drive me forth From the forest to the plain, From the mountain to the mead. I go where the winds may lead, I go where the storms constrain, Without complaint, without dismay; I go where all else goes-- Where goes joy's leaf of Rose, And glory's leaf of Bay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEAD LEAF by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE SNAIL by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 11. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |
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