Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NEW SPRING: 42, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: With sullen thoughts in chilly bosom cherished Last Line: The worst of all comes next -- the rain's descending! Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
WITH sullen thoughts in chilly bosom cherish'd, I travel sullen through the world so cold; The autumn's end hath come, a humid mist doth hold Deep veil'd from sight the country drear and perish'd. The winds are piping, hither, thither bending The red-tinged leaves, that from the trees fall fast, The bare plain steams, the wood sighs 'neath the blast, The worst of all comes next -- the rain's descending! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE |
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