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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE, by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD Poet's Biography First Line: There's a wild harp, which unconfined by rule Last Line: And let it die at sundown if you please. Subject(s): Flutes | |||
THERE's a wild harp, which unconfined by rule Of science, varies with the varying air, And sympathizes with the free-born wind; Swelling, whenever the tempest swells, or sad When the soft western-breeze in moans goes down, And sighs, and dies away. 'T is sweet to mark Its tone, and listen in some musing mood To it strange cadence. Be your music such, And let it die at sundown if you please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOGIC AND 'THE MAGIC FLUTE' (IMPRESSIONS OF A PREMIERE) by MARIANNE MOORE A FLUTE OVERHEARD by KENNETH REXROTH A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE VEERY'S FLUTE by LUCY BRANCH ALLEN THE OLD FLUTE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE REED by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN TO A FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |
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