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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FROM SORROW SORROW YET IS BORN, by ALFRED TENNYSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Touch some gray ruin on the hill Alternate Author Name(s): Tennyson, Lord Alfred; Tennyson, 1st Baron; Tennyson Of Aldworth And Farringford, Baron Subject(s): Hope | |||
From sorrow sorrow yet is born, Hopes flow like water through a sieve, But leave not thou thy son forlorn; Touch me, great Nature, make me live. As when thy sunlights, a mild heat, Touch some dun mere that sleepeth still; As when thy moonlights, dim and sweet, Touch some gray ruin on the hill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE IS NOT FOR THE WISE by ROBINSON JEFFERS SONNET by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SONNET: 9. HOPE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES HIGH HOPES by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON |
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