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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRISTESSE, by WILLIAM A. DRAKE First Line: Bacca, thy beauty all was vain Last Line: By that young fawn whose form it knew. | |||
Bacca, thy beauty all was vain, vain as the lyre that Timon drew, vain as the azure's changing blue, vain to this drought of last year's rain: because the grass of the mountain glade so soon forgot the imprint made by that young fawn whose form it knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A LEGEND OF BREGENZ by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE TRAMPS by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE CASEY AT THE BAT (1) by ERNEST LAWRENCE THAYER THE PLOUGHMAN by KARLE WILSON BAKER MY FATHER'S CHILD by GERTRUDE BLOEDE THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FIRST ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |
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