Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A RAMBLING RHYME OF DOROTHY, by ARTHUR CHENEY TRAIN Poet's Biography First Line: When ye crocuss shews his heade Last Line: Dorothy! Subject(s): Rhyme | ||||||||
WHEN ye Crocuss shews his heade & ye Wyndes of Marche have flede, Springe doth come, and happylye Then I thinke of Dorothy. Haycockes fragrante in ye fun Give me reste when taskes are done: Summer's here, & merrylye Then I dreame of Dorothy. Scarlette leaves & heapinge binne; Cyder, ye cool Tankard in; Autumn's come. Righte jollylye Then I drinke to Dorothy. When ye Northe Wynde sweeps ye snowe & Icyclles hange all belowe, Then, for foothe, Olde Winter, he Letts me dance with Dorothy! | Other Poems of Interest...LITERARY NOTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH CATCH A LITTLE RHYME by EVE MERRIAM ESSAY: THE INFINITE ASSONANCES WITHIN by ELENI SIKELIANOS SWEATER WEATHER: A LOVE SONG TO LANGUAGE by SHARON BRYAN A FIT OF RHYME AGAINST RHYME [OR, RIME] by BEN JONSON A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF READING MATTER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |
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