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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SINGER, by AL-BUQAIRA First Line: Did I aught else but utter Last Line: How then shall I sing? | |||
Did I aught else but utter The praises of your name, Well content to flutter In your tree of fame? If you now deny me The shelter of your wing, And no more stand by me, How then shall I sing? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AUTUMN WOODS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME |
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