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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...I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE BIGLOW PAPERS. 2D SERIES: 2. JONATHAN TO JOHN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY |
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