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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PRINCE, by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM First Line: My heart it was a cup of gold Last Line: And it is withered now. | |||
My heart it was a cup of gold That at his lip did long to lie, But he hath drunk the red wine down, And tossed the goblet by. My heart it was a floating bird That through the world did wander free, But he hath locked it in a cage, And lost the silver key. My heart it was a white, white rose That bloomed upon a broken bough, He did but wear it for an hour, And it is withered now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR BOOKER T. WASHINGTON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE MASSACHUSETTS TO VIRGINIA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN THIRD REUNION POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM |
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