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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAURELS ARE LAID NOW, by MAY FOLWELL HOISINGTON First Line: Who'll go with me a-nutting Last Line: "the laurels are laid low." Subject(s): Chestnut Trees; Laurels | |||
"Nous n'irons plus au bois, Les lauriers sont coupes." Who'll go with me a-nutting, By ways we used to know; Where chestnut-trees in bounty Dropped opening burrs below? Who'll wander with me hill-ward, Through leaves of rustling brown, To find the hickory shell-barks In hundreds falling down? Who'll gather gold persimmon, By frost made sugar-sweet? Who'll find the winter-cherries And taste their amber meat? O bygone fleetfoot comrades Of halcyon long ago, "We'll go no more a-roving, The laurels are laid low." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVERAL VOICES OUT OF A CLOUD by LOUISE BOGAN THE LAURELS ARE FELLED by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE INSTRUCTION by JOHN DRINKWATER IF HOPE OF A LAUREL by RAYMOND DE LA TAILHDE MOUNTAIN LAUREL by CHARLES HENRY MACKINTOSH HE ATE THE LAUREL AND IS MAD by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY SEVERAL VOICES OUT OF A CLOUD by LOUISE BOGAN A SURREY SONG by MAY FOLWELL HOISINGTON CHILD-WIDOW by MAY FOLWELL HOISINGTON |
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