Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PETRA, by JOHN WILLIAM BURGON Poet's Biography First Line: It seems no work of man's creative hand Last Line: A rose-red city half as old as time. Variant Title(s): Pedra Subject(s): Religion | ||||||||
IT SEEMS no work of man's creative hand, By labour wrought as wavering fancy plann'd, But from the rock as if by magic grown, Eternal, silent, beautiful, alone! Not virgin-white like the old Doric shrine Where erst Athena held her rites divine; Not saintly-grey, like many a minster fane, That crowns the hill, and consecrates the plain; But rosy-red as if the blush of dawn That first beheld them were not yet withdrawn; The hues of youth upon a brow of woe, Which man deemed old two thousand years ago. Match me such marvel save in Eastern clime, A rose-red city half as old as Time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY EXODUS X: 21-23 by JOHN WILLIAM BURGON |
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