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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RUINED HEART, by FRANCOIS COPPEE First Line: My heart was as a roman palace fair Last Line: An humble hut from ruins of my pride. Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Love; Rome, Italy; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens | |||
MY heart was as a Roman palace fair With granite and rare marble, till a band Of ruthless passions bearing axe and brand Swept like barbarians to make havoc there. Then was there ruin and desolation where Dwelt owls and vipers on the barren land; Column and shard lay splintered on the sand, And the smooth pathway teemed with briar and tare. Thro' the unlighted day, the starless night Before my palace's disastrous plight Daunted, I stood alone and all uncheered, Till thou didst bring thy starlike self, O bride! Whereon to house our hallow'd love I reared An humble hut from ruins of my pride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOTHWELL: PART 4 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN IN PHARAOH'S TOMB by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE L,ENVOI: IN OUR TIME by ERNEST HEMINGWAY VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LINES ON CARMEN SYLVA by EMMA LAZARUS TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS AFTER THE WAR by FRANCOIS COPPEE |
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