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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING, by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE Poet's Biography First Line: Not least, 'tis ever my delight Last Line: Of morning, when I move to death. | |||
NOT least, 't is ever my delight To drink the early morning light; To take the air upon my tongue And taste it while the day is young. So let my solace be the breath Of morning, when I move to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SILKWEED by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE SOLITUDE by PHILIP HENRY SAVAGE HER LIKENESS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE MOTHER'S HEART by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS CHARLES LAMB by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SHADOWS ON THE WALL by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK LOVE'S MELODY by BARBARA MARIE BOOTH |
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