Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MIDSUMMER, by ALEXANDER L. POSEY First Line: I see the millet combing gold Last Line: That trembles, and dies in mounting. Subject(s): Summer | ||||||||
I see the millet combing gold From summer sun, In hussar caps, all day; And brown quails run Far down the dusty way, Fly up and whistle from the wold; Sweet delusions on the mountains, Of hounds in chase, Beguiling every care Of life apace, Though only fevered air That trembles, and dies in mounting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ADVANCE OF SUMMER by MARY KINZIE THE SUMMER IMAGE by LEONIE ADAMS CANOEBIAL BLISS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE END OF SUMMER by HENRY MEADE BLAND THE FARMER'S BOY: SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD SONNET: 14. APPROACH OF SUMMER by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES JULY IN WASHINGTON by ROBERT LOWELL |
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