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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SWORD, by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH First Line: My sword I shook Last Line: Away, I said... | |||
My sword I shook Until It glittered like a brook, But frozen, still... I watched it glow As bright As flaming fire, although Extinguished quite. Were it not cold And dead, It would have burned, or rolled Away, I said... | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES VERSES TO RHYME WITH 'ROSE' (2) by JANE AUSTEN WINTER MOUNTAIN by MARIANA BACHMAN RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SOUNDS OF THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |
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