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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SIMILE, by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER Poet's Biography First Line: I saw the wild rose on its parent thorn Last Line: And still the hapless flower resembles thee! | |||
I saw the wild rose on its parent thorn, Half-clos'd, soft blushing, thro' the glittering dew, Wave on the breeze and scent the breath of morn; Lelia, the lovely flower resembled you. Scarce had it spread to meet the orb of day, Its fragrant beauties opening to the view, When ruffian blasts have torn the rose away: -- Lelia, -- alas! it still resembles you! So torn by wild and lawless passion's force From every social tie thy lot must be; At last oblivion shades thy future course, And still the hapless flower resembles thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH AMERICAN DEATH SONG by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER REMEMBRANCE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER THE LOT OF THOUSANDS by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER THE OCEAN GRAVE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER TO MY DAUGHTER; ON BEING SEPARATED FROM HER ON HER MARRIAGE by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER TO-MORROW by ANNE (HOME) HUNTER SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |
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