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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
POST MORTEM, by GUSTAVO ADOLFO BECQUER Poet's Biography First Line: God knows how often, by her father's door Last Line: And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | |||
God knows how often, by her father's door, We two have wandered in the cypress shade, Her lovely head in sweet surrender laid Upon my shoulder; and that was no more Than one year gone. Last night a stupid bore (Well-meaning dolt!) felt he must lend his aid. Presented me! With what cool poise arrayed, "I feel quite sure that we have met before!" You gabbling parlor gossips, here's a bit Of luscious scandal you will never know! Wise cypress trees, with silence cover it; You never saw two lovers, pacing slow! From memory I have wiped out every trace; And she -- no mask is like her placid face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL SONGS OF INNOCENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE PIED BEAUTY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TIME TO RISE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE |
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