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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE INDIAN, by ELIZA KIRKHAM MATHEWS First Line: Alone, unfriended, on a foreign shore Last Line: Reveal enough to british eyes! Alternate Author Name(s): Kirkham, Elizabeth | |||
Alone, unfriended, on a foreign shore, Behold an hapless, melancholy maid, Begging her scanty fare from door to door, With piteous voice, and humbly bended head. Alas! her native tongue is known to few; Her manners and her garb excite surprise; The vulgar stare to see her bid adieu; Her tattered garments fix their curious eyes. Cease, cease your laugh, ye thoughtless vain; Why sneer at yon poor Indian's pain? 'Tis nature's artless voice that speaks: -- Behold! the tear, bedew her cheeks! Imploring actions, -- bursting sighs, Reveal enough to British eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL NOTHING BUT LEAVES by LUCY EVELINA AKERMAN RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES POETASTER: SONG (4) by BEN JONSON BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER |
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