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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PROLAPSE, by JULIA WENDELL
First Line: How tirelessly the blood rushes & recedes
Last Line: We are made of many things, %only one of them is error
First Line: How tirelessly the blood rushes & recedes
Last Line: We are made of many things, %only one of them is error
Other Poems of Interest...
WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS
COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE
FETES GALANTES: MANDOLINE by PAUL VERLAINE
THE WAITER AND THE ALLIGATOR by G. W. A.
ICED BRANCHES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING
MY WIFE'S COUSIN, SELECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN
HUNTING: EPILOGUE. TO HAVE A FAITHFUL FRIEND by JULIANA BERNERS