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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO DEBORA, by STELLA M. HOOGS First Line: The cells of all thy precious hours Last Line: Distil in love and joy anew. | |||
The cells of all thy precious hours Have builded into five sweet months, And smiles and tears of innocence Have filled them full of rarest nectar. Sweet child! All sweetness be thy building! And each return of this, thy day, Distil in love and joy anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ANTHONY IDELER by STELLA M. HOOGS TO BETSY AGED THREE by STELLA M. HOOGS TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY ONLY TITLE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY IN LONDON ON SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |
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