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UPON THE LOSSE OF HIS FINGER, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: One of the five straight branches of my hand
Last Line: First dyes the leafe, the bough next, next the tree.
Subject(s): Fingers


One of the five straight branches of my hand
Is lopt already; and the rest but stand
Expecting when to fall: which soon will be;
First dyes the Leafe, the Bough next, next the Tree.





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