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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CYCLE, by ELIZABETH MAYER First Line: Fertile the field Last Line: White the bread. | |||
Fertile the field Where blood was shed; Tall the grain In the warrior's bed; On the war-lord's table White the bread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE LOVE TO SUFFER by ELIZABETH MAYER SOPHISTICATION by CONRAD AIKEN THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH EACH IN HIS OWN TONGUE by WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |
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