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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORDS, by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE Poet's Biography First Line: Words are but leaves to the tree of mine Last Line: Or the cindered dross of hell. Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary | |||
Words are but leaves to the tree of mind; Where breezy fancy plays; Or echoes from the souls which find Expression's subtle ways. A beaming lamp to idea's feet Where sentinel thought abides; Or a guide to the soul's retreat, Where master man presides. A jewel trembling on the tongue, The index of the heart; The black mask from the spirit wrung, Revealing every part. A ship upon the sea of life, With all her sails aswell; Her cargo being the bread of life, Or the cindered dross of hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER |
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