Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ALICE WADE VERSUS SMALL-POX, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER Poet's Biography First Line: Thy golden hair is left - its silky mesh Last Line: The fortunes or the loves of alice wade! Subject(s): Small Pox | ||||||||
Thy golden hair is left - its silky mesh The spoiler shall not mar, whater'er he takes; Nor that still-brilliant eye, that sleeps and wakes Among the flowing sores: but thy fair flesh, All-confluent now, and molten by disease, Must keep the stamp which this sick fortnight gave Even till that latest fusion in the grave Runs off our ingrained evils; but for these Sweet relics of thyself, and what thou wert A brief moon since, I should be half afraid That Love might shrink, and merry Hymen flirt His robe at thy lost hopes, my little maid! Thou smilest! Ah! I see no power can hurt The fortunes or the loves of Alice Wade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY TO THE SIOUX by NORMAN DUBIE SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) INOCULATION FOR THE SMALL POX by JOHN BYROM ON HIS MAJESTY'S RECOVERY FROM THE SMALL-POX, 1633 by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT ON THE DEATH OF THE EMINENTLY ENOBLED CHARLES CAPELL, ESQ. by THOMAS FLATMAN TO THOMAS STANLEY, RECOVERED OF THE SMALL-POX by WILLIAM HAMMOND TO STELLA, AFTER THE SMALL-POX by MARY JONES HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER |
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