Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NOVEMBER, by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The mellow year is hasting to its close Last Line: Wrap their old limbs with somber ivy twine. Alternate Author Name(s): Coleridge, Hartley Subject(s): November | ||||||||
The mellow year is hasting to its close; The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast -- That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past, And makes a little summer where it grows: In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day The dusky waters shudder as they shine, The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks define, And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array, Wrap their old limbs with somber ivy twine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DANGEROUS TIME by LINDA PASTAN XMAS COMING by KENNETH REXROTH LUNAR PARAPHRASE by WALLACE STEVENS THE REGION NOVEMBER by WALLACE STEVENS ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE |
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