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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE WINGED VICTORY, by MARGARET ELLIS BROWN First Line: We feel the rush of wind, triumphant, swift Last Line: And claims immortal victory for thine own. Subject(s): Wellesley College | |||
We feel the rush of wind, triumphant, swift, That brought thee from the heaven's unconquered height; We feel the strong air blow, and watch it lift The curling robe in thy exultant flight. Swift was thy cleaving of the startled air, Sure was thy treading of the burning suns, And glorious rang the message thou didst bear Of triumph, gift from heaven's unconquered ones. What though we may not gaze upon thy face, Nor read in thy glad eyes the victory? Thine is the sweep of heavenly winds; though space And time a little dust about thee lie. A dim eternity that wind has blown, And claims immortal victory for thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON |
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