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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOWN A WOODLAND WAY, by MILDRED HOWELLS First Line: As I was strolling down a woodland way Last Line: Save three wild violets among the grass. | |||
As I was strolling down a woodland way, I met fair Spring, a garland on her arm; She stood a moment gazing in dismay, Then turned and fled away in swift alarm. And as I strove to follow her swift flight Along the way that I had seen her pass, No trace of her remained to meet my sight Save three wild violets among the grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN AMIABLE LITTLE BOY by MILDRED HOWELLS PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SACRED LYRIC by ISIDORE G. ASCHER SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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