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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE MEMORY OF POETS, by THOMAS NOON TALFOURD Poet's Biography First Line: The fame of those pure bards whose faces lie Last Line: In the deep bosom of eternal rest. Alternate Author Name(s): Talfourd, Sergeant Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | |||
THE fame of those pure bards whose faces lie Like glorious clouds in summer's calmest even, Fringing the western skirts of darkening heaven, And sprinkled o'er with hues of rainbow dye, Awakes no voice of thunder, which may vie With mighty chiefs' renown; -- from ages gone, In low, undying strain, it lengthens on, Earth's greenest solitudes with joy to fill, -- Felt breathing in the silence of the sky, Or trembling in the gush of new-born rill, Or whispering o'er the lake's undimpled breast Yet blest to live when trumpet-notes are still, To wake a pulse of earth-born ecstasy In the deep bosom of eternal rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A FRIEND by THOMAS NOON TALFOURD LINES WRITTEN AT NEEDLES HOTEL, ALUM BAY, ISLE OF WIGHT, AFTER A WEEK by THOMAS NOON TALFOURD |
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