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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INCONTINENCE, by VERNON L. SMITH First Line: Straight lies the path before me Last Line: How I sigh for the little winding way where red, red roses blow! | |||
Straight lies the path before me, And O it is so plain! Should I forsake it but a step two hearts would suffer pain. Sweet, sweet are stolen waters! And yet -- and yet a grief Stabs deeply and a lasting scar is heart-worn by a thief! Never my step will falter -- But O you'll never know How I sigh for the little winding way where red, red roses blow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN A BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM HYMN IX by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE |
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