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UPON AN EUNUCH; A POET by ANDREW MARVELL

Poet Analysis

First Line: DEEM NOT THAT THOU ART BARREN, THOUGH, FORLORN
Last Line: AND ECHO NURSE THY WORDS, A TUNEFUL RACE.
Subject(s): ENUCHS; POETRY & POETS;
Deem not that thou art barren, though, forlorn,
Thou plunge no sickle in the virgin corn,
And, mateless, hast no part in our sweet curse.
Fame shall be ever pregnant by thy verse;
The vocal Sisters nine thou shalt embrace,
And @3Echo@1 nurse thy words, a tuneful race.


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