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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON READING A VOLUME OF POEMS, by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Too oft, when our new minstrels sing
Last Line: And the hot tears upon our hands.
Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets
First Line: Too oft, when our new minstrels sing
Last Line: And the hot tears upon our hands.
Alternate Author Name(s): Dobson, Austin
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets
TOO oft, when our new minstrels sing,
How fine so-e'er the Song be wrought,
We catch behind the stricken string
Some touch that tells the music taught
Less by an impulse than a thought: --
Not so with thine, O Poet, where
We breathe again the passionate air,
And feel, at Love's divine commands,
Once more the joy too keen to bear,
And the hot tears upon our hands.
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