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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE GODODDIN: CONAN, by ANEIRIN Poet Analysis First Line: Conan's name, my lay, rehearse Last Line: The crimson harvest of the foe. Alternate Author Name(s): Aneurin; Neirin | |||
CONAN's name, my lay, rehearse, Build to him the lofty verse, Sacred tribute of the bard, Verse, the hero's sole reward. As the flame's devouring force; As the whirlwind in its course; As the thunder's fiery stroke, Glancing on the shiver'd oak; Did the sword of Conan mow The crimson harvest of the foe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GODODDIN: THE DEATH OF HOEL by ANEIRIN THE MOUNT OF OLIVES, SELECTION by ANEIRIN THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MOONLIGHT IN SUMMER by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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