Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAR-TIME IN THE MOUNTAINS, by ANN COBB First Line: Dulcimer over the fireboard, hanging sence allusago Last Line: Beat and beget sons and daughters to sing the old songs at his feet. Subject(s): Dulcimers; Kentucky; Mountains; Music & Musicians; Wellesley College; World War I; Hills; Downs (great Britain); First World War | ||||||||
DULCIMER over the fireboard, hanging sence allusago, Strangers are wishful to buy you, and make of your music a show: Not while the selling a heart for a gold-piece is reckoned a sin, Not while the word of old Enoch still stands as a law for his kin. Grandsir' he made you in Breathitt, the while he was courting a maid. Nary a one of his offsprings, right down to the least one, but played, Played and passed on to his people, with only the song to abide, Long-ago songs of Old England, whose lads we're now fighting beside. There you'll be hanging to greet him, when Jasper comes home from the fight. Nary a letter he's writ us, but he'll be a-coming, all right. Jasper's the last of the Logans. Hit's reason to think that he'll beat, Beat and beget sons and daughters to sing the old songs at his feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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