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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SINGER, by AL-BUQAIRA First Line: Did I aught else but utter Last Line: How then shall I sing? | |||
Did I aught else but utter The praises of your name, Well content to flutter In your tree of fame? If you now deny me The shelter of your wing, And no more stand by me, How then shall I sing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |
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