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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COLUMCILLE THE SCRIBE, by COLUMCILLE First Line: My hand is weary with writing Last Line: Whence my hand is weary with writing. Alternate Author Name(s): Columba Subject(s): Columba, Saint (521-597); Writing & Writers; Colum, Saint; Columcille, Saint | |||
My hand is weary with writing, My sharp quill is not steady, My slender-beaked pen juts forth A black draught of shining dark-blue ink. A stream of wisdom of blessed God Springs from my fair-brown shapely hand: On the page it squirts its draught Of ink of the green-skinned holly. My little dripping pen travels Across the plain of shining books, Without ceasing for the wealth of the great -- Whence my hand is weary with writing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROPHECY OF ST. ORAN by MATHILDE BLIND IONA; A MEMORIAL OF ST. COLUMBA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 16. THE BLESSING OF SAINT COLUMCILLE by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. CHRIST IN BRITAIN: 20. SAINT COLUMBA by THOMAS SAMUEL JONES JR. THE CROSS OF THE DUMB; A CHRISTMAS ON IONA, LONG, LONG AGO by WILLIAM SHARP FAREWELL TO IRELAND by COLUMCILLE THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION |
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