Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE IS DEAD, by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL First Line: A form across my threshold lies Last Line: The only way love ever dies. Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Pain; Dead, The; Suffering; Misery | ||||||||
A form across my threshold lies; The light has fled from its dull eyes; Is that what means this pulse of pain? That Love, by its own hand, lies slain, The only way Love ever dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTHENOPHIL AND PARTHENOPHE: MADRIGAL 14 by BARNABE BARNES SONNETS IN SHADOWS: 1 by ARLO BATES IN PRAISE OF PAIN by HEATHER MCHUGH THE SYMPATIZERS by JOSEPHINE MILES LEEK STREET by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR 87 CASA GRANDE by AMELIA WOODWARD TRUESDELL |
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