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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CURSE, by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH Poet's Biography First Line: On the cord dead hangs our sister Last Line: Take her up-- let us depart. Alternate Author Name(s): Beston, Henry, Mrs. Subject(s): Curses | |||
On the cord dead hangs our sister, She of the wondrous lily feet. They have blasted our fragrant flower -- She shall curse them as is meet! Hold the broom in her dead hand -- Raise her up until she stand. Backward, forward, sweep the room! Wealth and happiness and long life Sweeps she with avenging broom From the house where she was wife. Backward, forward, sweep the broom Sweeping doom, sweeping doom! Now the gods will surely punish -- Surely pity the young bride. She was like a willow blossom, It was springtime when she died. Hold the broom in her dead hand -- Raise her up until she stand! She was always flower-gay Till they broke her smiling heart. In this house she would not stay -- Take her up-- let us depart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SMALL FIG TREE by DONALD HALL A CURSE FOR A NATION: PROLOGUE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON A COCK AT ROCHESTER by CHARLES SEDLEY A GLASS OF BEER by JAMES STEPHENS THE CURSE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) THE BLASPHEMER'S WARNING; A LAY OF ST. ROMWOLD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH |
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