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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY OLD GUITAR, by F. G. HINSDALE First Line: By some eastern river thy rosewood grew Last Line: In music sweeter than e'er before. Subject(s): Guitars | |||
By some eastern river thy rosewood grew, Thy inlaid pearl in the restless sea; What craftsman moulded thy bosom fair, Sounding with dreamy melody? What maiden's fingers have swept thy strings, In the distant vistas of long ago? What love-lorn gallant has sung his lay To thy tuneful cadence sweet and low? What odors of romance round thee cling, As each chord swells in thy bosom deep? Whispering long-forgotten loves, Thrilling the soul to rest and sleep. Oh, Muse, who dwells in the hollow shrine Of my old guitar with its tales of yore, Grant me the power to wake thy strains In music sweeter than e'er before. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LADY TO HER GUITAR by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE LEGEND OF FAMOUS .. GUITAR MASTERS, CAVELIERO COMER AND DON HILL by CHARLES COTTON SONG FOR THE GUITAR by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON DROPPING CHIN by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG A HOME-MADE FAIRY TALE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY HER LIGHT CUITAR by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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