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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
YIELD, by JANE O. WAYNE
First Line: If we don't pick the brambles clean
Last Line: No napkins for our blood-stained hands
First Line: If we don't pick the brambles clean
Last Line: No napkins for our blood-stained hands
Other Poems of Interest...
SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY
THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN
THE DIVINITY by MATTHEW ARNOLD
THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET
TO VENETIAN ARTISTS by WILLIAM BLAKE
THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON