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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONNET, by ROSELLE MERCIER MONTGOMERY Poet's Biography
First Line: As some old, rare and mellowed instrument
Last Line: I summon back the great to earth again.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Sonnet (as Literary Form)
First Line: As some old, rare and mellowed instrument
Last Line: I summon back the great to earth again.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Sonnet (as Literary Form)
AS some old, rare and mellowed instrument
That master hands, dust long ago, have played,
So is the sonnet: I am half afraid
My very touch may seem irreverent;
Or, as some ancient jar keeps redolent
With dust of roses that bloomed but to fade,
So is the sonnet's sweetness poignant made
With dust of great ones who before us went.
In it old Petrarch made his lover's moan;
Will Shakespeare made a form of it his own;
Blind Milton, Wordsworth and the lyric Keats
Are of the dead that live still in its beats.
When to a sonnet I put humble pen,
I summon back the great to earth again.
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