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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWORD, by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH First Line: My sword I shook Last Line: Away, I said... | |||
My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL by JOHN DRYDEN VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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