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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...A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 77. SOUL'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE TO - (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE ROVER O' LOCHRYAN by HEW AINSLIE |
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