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 | ||||||||
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 |
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