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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE THIMBLE, by AL-LISS First Line: Tis like a helmet, nicked Last Line: The helmet of its crest. | |||
'Tis like a helmet, nicked Where thrusting lances pricked; Some sword has dispossessed The helmet of its crest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE THE DEEPER THOUGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK by GEORGE MACDONALD |
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