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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK, by WILLIAM BECKFORD First Line: Straight remnant, of the spiry birchen bough Last Line: Turn on the twistings of this troublous world. | |||
Straight remnant, of the spiry birchen bough, That o'er the streamlet wont perchance to quake Thy many twinkling leaves, and, bending low, Beheld thy white rind dancing on the lake -- How doth thy present state, poor stick! awake My pathos -- for, alas! even stript as thou May be my beating breast, if e'er forsake Philisto this poor heart; and break his vow. So musing on I fare, with many a sigh, And meditating then on times long past. To thee, lorn pole! I look with tearful eye, As all beside the floor-soiled pail thou'rt cast, And my sad thoughts, while I behold thee twirled, Turn on the twistings of this troublous world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ENTERTAINMENT TO PHYLLIS by CHARLES COTTON WAR IS KIND: 18 by STEPHEN CRANE NEW YEAR'S DAY by JOHN DAVIDSON |
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