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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked Last Line: The helmet of its crest. | |||
'Tis like a helmet, nicked Where thrusting lances pricked; Some sword has dispossessed The helmet of its crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PATRIOT; AN OLD STORY by ROBERT BROWNING THE SEA AND THE SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR SONG OF THE BROAD-AXE by WALT WHITMAN |
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