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ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK, by WILLIAM BECKFORD First Line: Straight remnant, of the spiry birchen bough Last Line: Turn on the twistings of this troublous world. | ||||||||
Straight remnant, of the spiry birchen bough, That o'er the streamlet wont perchance to quake Thy many twinkling leaves, and, bending low, Beheld thy white rind dancing on the lake -- How doth thy present state, poor stick! awake My pathos -- for, alas! even stript as thou May be my beating breast, if e'er forsake Philisto this poor heart; and break his vow. So musing on I fare, with many a sigh, And meditating then on times long past. To thee, lorn pole! I look with tearful eye, As all beside the floor-soiled pail thou'rt cast, And my sad thoughts, while I behold thee twirled, Turn on the twistings of this troublous world. | Other Poems of Interest...A DIM DOORWAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN by RUDYARD KIPLING THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER TO HIS WORSHIPFULL WEL-WILLER, MAISTER EDWARD LEIGH by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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