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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DANTE, by MARY CROSS First Line: Sublime the music - poet of the dead Last Line: First bade thee welcome to god's paradise. | |||
SUBLIME the music -- poet of the dead -- Thy heart pour'd forth in wild impassion'd strain; Through mystic chords of wonder and of dread, There throbs a note of living woe or pain. I see thee, glory-robed, on Fame's high throne, And crown'd with laurel and pale asphodel; But, oh! the yearning pathos of those eyes, The shades of sadness that within them dwell! -- Like clouds that dim the great sun-lighted skies! I deem thy sad lips breathe one word alone, The name of her who might have been thine own; But thou hast now the bliss on earth denied, And it may be thy spirit's spirit-bride First bade thee welcome to God's paradise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HENRY MOORE'S STATUE AT LINCOLN CENTER by KAREN SWENSON THE PLACE OF REMEMBRANCE by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER INVITATION by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS FATI VALET HORA BENIGNI by SAMUEL BISHOP |
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