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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SCORN, by FRANCES BAKER First Line: He made his brag Last Line: Their loud contemptuous guffaw. | |||
He made his brag: "I'll not work my guts out In these damned mines -- I'll marry a rich Indian!" And he did. She was fat and lazy; He grew fat and lazy; They had ten children that swarmed about their door -- unclothed. And the miner-boys laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw, And swaggered -- They put their hungry lips to bright red ones; And pulled a blonde head close -- and laughed Their loud contemptuous guffaw. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI CELEBRATION ODE by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THE FUGITIVE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS |
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