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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 9 by EZRA POUND THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE A WHITE ROSE by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK by WALT WHITMAN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 35 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |
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