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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE POET IN AUTUMN, by MARGARET FRASER First Line: Now be the sharpened cold Last Line: And the dreamy blood; be winter! | |||
Now be the sharpened cold That startles drowsy ground: With words alert and bold, Inflict a frosty wound! Come freeze our breath to stone, O tingling mind, and splinter The sleep of the stolid bone And the dreamy blood; be Winter! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HORIZONS by MARGARET FRASER THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT GEORGE LEVISON OR, THE SCHOOLFELLOWS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE LOST COLORS by MARY A. BARR |
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