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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THROUGH LANE IT LAY, THROUGH BRAMBLE, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: These children fluttered home Subject(s): Travel; Fear | |||
Thro' lane it lay - thro' bramble - Thro' clearing, and thro' wood - Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road - The wolf came peering curious - The Owl looked puzzled down - The Serpent's satin figure Glid stealthily along - The tempests touched our garments - The lightning's poinards gleamed - Fierce from the crag above us The hungry vulture screamed - The satyr's fingers beckoned - The Valley murmured "Come" - These were the mates - This was the road These Children fluttered home | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THERE WAS A CHILD ONCE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#15) by MARVIN BELL THE DEATHS ABOUT YOU WHEN YOU STIR IN SLEEP by JOHN CIARDI FAITH' IS A FINE INVENTION by EMILY DICKINSON |
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