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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ASHES, by CATHERINE BRADSHAW First Line: The roaring fury of the flaming darts Last Line: A moment: neither flame nor smoke remains. | |||
The roaring fury of the flaming darts That vainly leap to stretch into the sky Hurl forth thick clouds of acrid smoke in wrath To rise as towering columns in the blue. A moment: neither flame nor smoke remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAD WIND by CATHERINE BRADSHAW THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEODORE ROOSEVELT by MORRIS ABEL BEER GHELUVELT; EPITAPH ON THE WORCESTERS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES HODGE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES POVERTY AND POETRY by WILLIAM BROOME FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN EPITAPH ON MRS. ANNE PRIDEAUX, DAUGHTER OF DR. PRIDEAUX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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