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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LAMENT OF AIDEEN FOR OSCAR, by JOHN TODHUNTER Poet's Biography First Line: The sere woods are quailing Last Line: We are fallen for ever. Subject(s): Lament | |||
THE sere woods are quailing In the wind of their sorrow, Their keen they might borrow From the voice of my wailing. My bed's the cold stone By the dark-flowing river: Ochone-a-rie! Ochone! Thou art gone, and for ever! Ah! why didst thou love me But to leave me despairing, My anguish out-staring The bleak heavens above me? I lie all alone Where hope's morning comes never: Ochone-a-rie! Ochone! I have lost thee for ever! The dumb grave mocks my raving. From the dead comes no token, Where thy good sword lies broken. Thou art cold to my craving. We may lie down and moan, But our champion wakes never: Ochone-a-rie! Ochone! We are fallen for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ASKING THAT IT BE THE LAST; FOR INGRID ERHARDT, 1951-1971 by NORMAN DUBIE ELEGY FOR WRIGHT & HUGO by NORMAN DUBIE ELEGY TO THE PULLEY OF SUPERIOR OBLIQUE by NORMAN DUBIE THE ELEGY FOR INTEGRAL DOMAINS by NORMAN DUBIE BRAVURA LAMENT by DANIEL HALPERN THE UNPEOPLED, CONVENTIONAL ROSE-GARDEN' by KENNETH REXROTH |
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