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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MINGLED WINE, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: How were our spirits moved when we felt Last Line: What thou hast done! | |||
IN MAY HOW were our spirits moved when first we felt Love's freightage on the lips? They heaved beneath that burden as the sea Beneath the Tyrian ships. "WHO CAN TELL HOW OFT HE OFFENDETH" Whenever humbly I begin To search my heart and own to Thee My great perversity and sin, Thou hinderest me. How can I tell what evil drifts Beneath the bench, behind the door, When, everywhere I turn, Thy gifts Fill all the floor? Miserere is not said Ere Benedictus is begun; O visit not upon my head What Thou hast done! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DISCLAIMER by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A GRACE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A GREAT MYSTERY by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A PENITENT TO HIS NEIGHBOURS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A PEOPLED SOLITUDE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A ROOT OF DOUBT by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY A ROSE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY ACTUM EST! by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY ALLEGRA AND TRISTITIA by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY AS RIVERS OF WATER IN A DRY PLACE by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
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