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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BLUFF, by LUCIUS KING FULLER First Line: Oh giant form, so old, yet ever new Last Line: The council fires of freedom on your height. | |||
Oh giant form, so old, yet ever new, Adamantine, immovable, and vast; You hide the prairie's greenery from our view, Leviathan of a dim, majestic past. We wonder if your kind and race were born Where raged, all glowing, Aetna's lava flames, Or spouting tide-rips tuned the Triton's horn. Perhaps you garbled both their destined games. The wooded mane, along your warrior crest, Seems earnest of that dimmed and far-off time When beast and bird might find a welcome rest Or bounteous table, spread where they might climb. Valorous Sachem, lead us as we light The Council Fires of Freedom on your height. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: 7. THE TUNNEL by HAROLD HART CRANE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY SHE HEARS THE STORM by THOMAS HARDY TO ALFRED TENNYSON by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE GROVES OF BLARNEY by RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN MELANCHOLY by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO HIS WORSHIPFULL GOOD FRIEND, MAISTER JOHN STEVENTON by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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