Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR, by ROBERT BROWNING Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: As I ride, as I ride Last Line: As I ride, as I ride! Subject(s): Revolutons; Algeria | ||||||||
As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my side, As I ride, as I ride, That, as I were double-eyed, He, in whom our Tribes confide, Is descried, ways untried, As I ride, as I ride. As I ride, as I ride To our Chief and his Allied, Who dares chide my heart's pride As I ride, as I ride? Or are witnesses denied -- Through the desert waste and wide Do I glide unespied As I ride, as I ride? As I ride, as I ride, When an inner voice has cried, The sands slide, nor abide (As I ride, as I ride) O'er each visioned homicide That came vaunting (has he lied?) To reside -- where he died, As I ride, as I ride. As I ride, as I ride, Ne'er has spur my swift horse plied, Yet his hide, streaked and pied, As I ride, as I ride, Shows where sweat has sprung and dried, -- Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed -- How has vied stride with stride As I ride, as I ride! As I ride, as I ride, Could I loose what Fate has tied, Ere I pried, she should hide (As I ride, as I ride) All that's meant me -- satisfied When the Prophet and the Bride Stop veins I'd have subside As I ride, as I ride! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALGERIAN REFUGEE CAMP, AIN-KHEMOUDA by ALAN ROSS CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING DE GUSTIBUS' by ROBERT BROWNING A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING A TOCCATA OF GALUPPI'S by ROBERT BROWNING A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING ANDREA DEL SARTO (CALLED THE FAULTLESS PAINTER) by ROBERT BROWNING |
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